A/N: Some characters may be OOC, don't say I didn't warn you, if you don't like it, don't worry, the next one has characters pretty well in character. Feel free to leave requests!

Food Fight!

"Admit it, Jaegar," Jean teased. "Mikasa is love with me!"

"No she's not, Mikasa would never fall for a shit head like you!" Eren barked back.

Same story, different day. Everything at dinner began fine, save for a moody Sasha who was whining over the fact that no potatoes were being served with supper. The day's training was much easier than it normally was, more because he trainers wanted a break rather than giving the cadets a small reward.

"Are you really that stupid Jaegar? Nobody can resist me!" Jean said enthusiastically, grabbing his muscular biceps as he spoke.

"You seriously are clueless, horse-face." Eren growled, grabbing his dinner roll tightly. Before he could stop himself, he found himself pitching the roll like a baseball right for Jean's head. Jean leaned back just in time for the roll to pass by him and nail Sasha straight in the face.

Eren put a hand to his mouth as Sasha's eyes be to tear.

"Oh my gosh, Sasha, I'm so sorry! I meant to hit Jean, not you!" Eren apologized profusely.

Sasha slowly stood on her chair, reached down to grab the roll that had fallen to the floor and a handful of thick stew, and looked down at Eren wearing a mischievous smile.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Sasha screamed about the chattering crowd of scouts. Her two handfuls of food flew across the cafeteria, hitting Connie in the back of the head and Christa square in the face. In the blink of an eye, the entire room turned into a battlefield. Fist fulls of food were hurled from every direction, mostly hitting the floor, but occasionally hitting a few unlucky scouts.

Armin and Berthold slunk under their table with Armin's books covering their heads as Jean grabbed Eren's collar and pinned him to the table, covering the young titan shifter's back in brown slop. As the two rolled across the table, their friends stood back to back, covering each other from incoming shots.

The door to the cafeteria squeaked open and the room fell silent, all of the scouts freezing in place as Captain Levi entered the frenzy. Everyone dropped their food and held their breath, waiting for the captain to respond. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before calmly walking over to the table where Jean lay on top of Eren, a fist frozen mere centimeters from his bleeding face.

"What. Is. This." Levi growled, grabbing the two by their collars and heaving them to their feet.

Eren and Jean shared looks of both fear and hatred before pointing at the other and screaming: "IT WAS HIM!"

The room burst into laughter, but quickly quieted when Levi shot them a glare laced with poison. With that, the scouts stumbled out as quickly as they could before Levi could do any real damage. When the room cleared, Levi looked up at the boys.

"Jaegar, Kirstein," Levi began softly, "I don't care who started this…"

"But, Sir," Jean stuttered.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT! I JUST SAID THAT I DIDN'T CARE WHO STARTED IT," Levi roared, throwing two mops at the two cowering teens. "BOTH OF YOU ARE GOING TO CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT ACT! AND NEITHER OF YOU ARE GOING TO SLEEP UNTIL THIS PLACE IS COMPLETELY SPOTLESS!"