A/N Attack on Titan does not belong me, but it belongs to Hajime Isayama. So, thank him.
A lonely light disturbed the silent darkness of the hallway. A small trickle of light the stretched out and faded away a few inches from the closed door. The corporal furrowed his eyebrows in discontent. The cadets were supposed to be in bed an hour ago. Who dared disobeyed his rules a stay up pass curfew? The corporal walked steadily towards the door, sending a dark aura through the walls. He walked heavily, as he hoped the cadet would hear the clicking of his shoes and go to bed. The light did not flicker, but grew stronger as the short man approached the door and pressed his ear against the frame.
"I know. I won't tell him..."
"What what would happens if people find out?"
"Don't worry, I'll distract him so that never happens."
That fool, thought Corporal Levi, wait till I get my hands on him.
"I understand, but Marco-"
"No, I won't. I've changed my mind. I could never do that to Marco."
Marco. Marco Bodt? The trainee that was eaten in half...? Levi was practically hugging the door, listening closer.
"Mikasa...no..."
Mikasa is in there? I don't hear any other voices besides the one. Levi finally had enough and pushed the door open. The young cadet gave a loud, girly scream and stared at the Corporal.
"A-armin... What are you doing?!" Levi demanded. Cadet Armin had three dolls in his hand, one was a petite girl doll with a felt maroon scarf with black buttons. Is that Mikasa? Beside the boy, laid two male dolls that were supposed to be Jean and Marco.
"I...um...I can explain...!"
"And you will," growled Levi, "spit it out now, you insolent prick, before I shove those dolls down your throat."
"I... Mikasa is in love with Eren. And I find it odd-well...more than odd, messed up is the best way to say it... I'm creating a scenario where Mikasa is actually into Jean, but we all know Jean and Marco are meant to be so Mikasa has to win Jean's heart... She was asking me for advice, but that turned into a demand for help and I was going with it at first, because she seemed so upset but I was reminded of Jean and-"
"Never mind! You're fairy tale bores me... Eren told me you are a loser and he's right. Now go to sleep, and get rid of those dolls. You aren't five..."
Armin nodded quickly, "Yes, sir."
The corporal left, and Armin stood with his three dolls and opened the chest in the corner of his room. He put the dolls in a picked up a Doll with thick eyebrows and a small, tiny doll with a straight emotionless face. He undressed both dolls.
"I may be a loser, but I know how to have fun."