Eren woke up the morning with a pounding headache. Sure, the painful lump was gone, but it felt as though that painful lump had left his arm and moved to every crevice of his head and was just aching to push itself out of his skull. When Levi came into Eren's underground bedroom, the sound of his footsteps ricochet off the walls and stabbed at Eren's headache. The captain stopped at the edge of Eren's bed and viciously kicked the bedframe with the tip of his boot.

"Eren, get up." Levi made his way to a small dresser across the room and lit a small candle atop of its wooden face. Eren groaned at the coarse sound of the captain's voice.

"We have a lot to do today, Eren." Levi stared at the boy. Eren showed no signs of getting up. Levi's own headache was begging him to get away from the light of the candle. It was silent as Levi stood in the middle of the musty room.

"Sir…" Eren groaned, shifting closer to where Levi stood, "I don't feel well…"

"Yeah," Levi inferred derisively. Eren just nodded in response, "Tough it out, Jaeger. You have chores to do that are far more important than your bullshit whining." This seemed to dishearten the boy and this somewhat pleased Levi since he enjoyed disheartening the little bastard. Levi walked to the entrance way and out of the room.

Eren listened to Levi's footsteps until no more could be heard. For Eren, it ached to even move, and the light of the candle hurt Eren's eyes with the ferocity of the sun. He just wanted to fell back into that dark abyss that was sleep, but he knew that if he did that his superior would surely kill him. The titan-shifter slowly pulled himself out of his bed and onto the wooden floor. He painfully padded over to his used wardrobe. Pulling open the double doors exerted pain from his arms and the creaking of the hinges tore at his eardrums. Eren took out and put on his usual civilian clothes, adding a white handkerchief around his neck for the day's chores.

He tried to ignore the tiresome task of walking up the stairs—Lord knows why they didn't have a fucking elevator down there—and he finally made his way to the surface. It was a normal-looking day, and all Eren had to do was the bathrooms. Doing the bathrooms, Eren learned, is harder than it sounds. Eren thought that it wouldn't have been all that hard the first time (but of course, that was his other, over-confident self speaking), but there is a woman's bathroom and a men's bathroom with separate stalls and separate facilities. Cleaning the women's bathroom, as one can imagine, is a terribly awkward thing for Eren to do.

First, he scrubs the toilets, and whenever a female cadet wants to use that stall Eren gets the uncomfortable privilege of looking up at her from the floor and telling her that the stall is occupied for the time being. He tried previously to just lock the stall door behind him, but after several worried reports of seeing a cadet on their knees in a bathroom stall he decided that maybe that wasn't the best course of action. Secondly, he cleans the sinks. The women, for some reason, don't see this part of his task as anything strange and they just continue on with their day as if Eren was never there. For some strange reason, it seems, as Eren does his third task of sweeping and mopping the floor, that the female cadets feel very uncomfortable with him there. When they walk in, sometimes in laughing groups of three or four (even Mikasa does this), anything that they were previously talking about before they came in ceases to a halt and they stand staring at Eren in silence. Eren tries to ignore their presence, but the silence falls deeper into that awkward hole every time the mop does the schloop, schloop, schloop sound.

Eren does not like to clean the women's bathroom.

With the men, it's different. He does everything the same as he does in the women's bathroom, in order, and comes across little to no awkward situations. The most awkward part of cleaning the men's bathroom is cleaning the urinals; every day, without fail, at 7:30 in the morning Reiner uses the same exact urinal that happens to be right next to whatever urinal Eren is cleaning. Eren prays, prays, prays that Reiner would continue to aim right or the Reiner wouldn't talk to him during this uncomfortable amount of time. So far, God has answered his prayers and nothing like that has happened. Eren has expressed his discomfort with this part of the chore to Levi, Mikasa, and Armin, and every one of them wonders why Eren hasn't learned to clean the urinals last yet.