Levi looked at Eren with Eren with pure rage. "Don't you know how to knock?" He growled, quickly covering up his body, which was in a maid's apron and booty shorts.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." Eren stuttered; turning bright red and he looked at Levi's outfit.

"Well assume for now on." Levi snapped, trying to push Eren out of the room

"I-I'm sorry." Eren stuttered more profusely, he was finally able to look away and noticed how spotless the room was. "Did you clean the entire room?" Eren asked, not letting Levi push him out anymore.

"Don't worry about it." Levi huffed, still trying to force Eren out of the room. Though to no avail.

Eren stare at Levi with suspicion, "Why were you even in my room? I thought I had locked it." Eren finally stopped trying to force him out of the room, but started to stare at Eren with wide eyes, frozen in shock.

"This is your room?" suddenly feeling disgusted "Your room was that Disgusting?" Levi squeaked, suddenly stepping away from him, like he had just touched a cockroach.

Eren scowled, "My room wasn't even that messy! It was cleaner than it has been in a while." He replied defensively, before sighing and slouching. "Why were you even in my room?"

"I-I didn't know it was your room. I thought it was a spare room that people hid letters in trash because they were too lazy to actually take care of it." Levi responded, feeling guilt build in his body, he had suspected it was Eren's room after he started to notice a bed and multiple things of his among the mix of trash and dirty clothes. But he couldn't tell for sure since there was other's things in there as well.

"Wait, why do you have Jean Kirstein's and Marco Bott's underwear in here then?" Levi asked, looking at the ground.

"What I do in my free time is none of your business." Eren muttered, stepping aside to give Levi a pathway to leave. "Thank you for cleaning my room, but I'm quite tired and would like to sleep. Will you please pack up your things and leave?"

Levi quickly grabbed his things, but stopped short of the doorway "S-sorry to hear about your mom..." He mumbled before rushing out of Eren's room.

"My mom?" Eren muttered, confused. He shrugged it off though and quickly stripped to his boxers and black undershirt and was about to fall asleep when he noticed an open letter on his side table.

Mr. Eren Jaeger

On behalf of the Survey Corps, I wish to convey our deepest sympathy to you upon the death of your mother, Carla Jaeger.

We would like to give you a week off duty starting 1/11-1/18 in order to grieve and make the proper arrangements.

Erwin Smith

Survey Corps

"M-mom's dead?" Eren squeaked; feeling the tears he hated oh so much quickly build up. He looked around his room and felt the tears get replaced with rage.

"He read my letter, he got to know before I did." He spat, quickly getting up and preparing to correct the person who violated his privacy. He didn't even bother with a shirt, just pants and his undershirt.

"Levi fucking Ackerman, Anyone seen him?" Eren yelled, rushing through the mess hall.

"Pretty sure he's in his room." Called Marco, sitting next to his long time boyfriend, Horse-face Jean.

Eren sprinted towards that direction until he got to his destination, When he got there he was about to open it when the door opened quickly; hitting him right in the forehead.