Chapter 2: Tag

Levi didn't know why he even bothered with washing some of the solider's clothes. However, he supposed someone had to do it, and most of the soldiers preferred cleaning the garden or the dining hall when asked to do a chore. Grabbing clothes and putting them into the small, soapy pool before him, the Captain scrubbed and made sure his sponge met every fold of the clothes before being removing them.

Someone spilled sauce on their white shirt.

Someone slipped and fell in horse shit, again.

Did someone really have to get mud on their damn shirt?

Levi could only mentally criticize the people who made a mess of their clothes. What in the hell did Erwin do that created this large splash of mud on his shirt? Did he fall? If he did, Levi wished he could have been there to laugh.

As he reached down and picked up Erwin's undershirt, he frowned a moment as his eyes skimmed over the tag at the collar. The tag read a number that was one size above the size Erwin normally wore. How odd. Did he borrow a shirt from someone that day? It didn't make sense, considering his dresser was full of shirts to wear. Who he could have borrowed from was something tricky itself. Oluo, maybe? He wasn't quite as large, and Levi could only imagine that he was a smaller size than a larger one.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn't pinpoint anyone in the Scouting Legion that was even close to the size on the tag. He could question Erwin about it later.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Dropping the dirty shirt into the pool, he began to vehemently scrub at the mud that had dirtied Erwin's shirt. Most of it came off, but he just couldn't manage to clean it all, unfortunately.

Several hours later:

"Hanji?" A voice came from the other side of the dining hall. It belonged to Levi. He carefully shut the door behind himself, and entered the room.

"Hmm?!" The female soldier hummed softly at the sound, looking up from her papers to acknowledge the short man that had just entered the room. She was alone, and seemed to be once again wasting her time thinking of theories on titans and taking notes on how they worked.

Typical.

"You're good at conclusions." Levi admitted, walking over and setting down Erwin's dried shirt. It was clean besides the faint brown stain that wouldn't come. "It belongs to Erwin, however-"

"However? I don't see the problem with it, it's just his-" Hanji started, rudely interrupting Levi.

"It's not his normal size. Erwin wears a medium. This is a large." Levi bluntly noted to the woman.

Hanji only could hum once again, a thoughtful one this time as she attempted to figure out the dilemma at hand. Why did it matter that Erwin was now wearing large? Why did Levi even care? He could mind his own business, couldn't he?

"You know, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." She eyed him in a peculiar manner. She didn't want to say he was being weird, but...

He was being weird, especially if he was remembering shirt sizes of Scouting Legion members.

A grunt escaped Levi, followed by an unsatisfied look when Hanji thought nothing special on it. He couldn't exactly explain his irritation over the fact that Erwin was now wearing a large. There was just something odd about it.

"Fine, whatever," he grumbled, moving away and slamming the door behind him.

Hanji stared at the door that the Captain had left through.

"Odd."