He was nervously standing at the door waiting for her to answer. He had taken professor Hanji seriously when she suggested him to tutor Annie. He had demanded or in better terms, pleaded, with Annie until she agreed to allow him to tutor her. After some awkward conversation, she had agreed for him to come to her house. She lived in a really nice area. She lived directly across from an open park that was most likely empty due to the significant drop in the weather. She was taking long to answer, did he have the wrong address? It was confirmed when a middle aged woman answered the door.

"Good afternoon miss, does an Annie Leondhardt live here?" He could never go wrong with being too polite. He seemed to have caught the woman off guard, the woman narrowed her eyes at him before she spoke.

"Come in. Annie your friend is here!"

He tried his best to direct his attention somewhere to avoid his discomfort, but he couldn't the moment he saw Annie. He couldn't say she looked any different from before, rather it was the circumstance that made him uncomfortable. There were only four widely respected females who attended their school. Mikasa was the perfectionist who excelled in every area. Krista was the nice girl who everyone seemed to be in favor of. Sasha was the kind, safety hazard who everyone loved unless they had food. Then there was Annie, the brute who hates everyone. Now he was standing in the brute's house and he couldn't seem to shake his nervousness. He stared at the pictures on the wall. There was one with her and a female he had never seen before. The girl with the catty appearance was had lifted Annie in the air, smiling brightly despite her sneaky appearance, while Annie looked disinterested as always. One was of the woman who had answer the door in a long dress with another woman beside her. The last one was a picture of the woman with Annie; she was holding a trophy in her hand.

"She does Muay Thai. That picture was taken after she won the national tournament last year." Ruth said, referring to the picture of her hugging a smiling Annie.

"Don't you have to be at court, Ruth?" Ruth….He addressed his mother as mom.

"Ah, yes. Don't stay up too late you two." Then she left him alone with Annie.

It was clear that he was nervous. It didn't take a genius to notice the nervous sweating or the embarrassment blushes. It was worse than she had ever seen Bertolt. He tried to tutor her, but he can't really tutor her when she already knows all of the material. They've been sitting in silence for the past half hour, so Annie decided she was going to do something more productive with her time. She hasn't exactly thanked Ruth recently for continuing to give her a comfortable lifestyle, and she knew that Ruth loved her baking. She searched the cabinets and fridge for the necessary materials, as she was pretty sure Armin was staring at her.

"Annie? What are you doing?"

"Baking."

"Would you mind if I helped?" Of course she did. She motioned towards the sink for him to wash his hands.

"What are we making?"

"Lemon cake." She remembered that lemon was Ruth's most favorite thing in the world, as she would eat or smell anything that had anything to do with a lemon. Annie wasn't so bad as a substitute daughter.

"You must enjoy baking."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're measuring without instructions."

There was silence, but it was no longer awkward. It was a comfortable silence and they only time they spoke was when Annie was instructing Armin. It was actually fun having him there and he was putting the batter into the oven. She was washing her hands and preparing to wash all of the bowls they had used.

"Annie." She turned as she was hit with a white powder. Flour. He was going to die.

He was sure he was going to die. He knew Annie wasn't the playful type, yet he still threw some flour at her. Should he plead for mercy and at least ask to call his parents? She didn't look like she would let him. Her entire face became dark and frightening. How was she going to explain his death to the police? I killed him because he threw flour at my face? He was accepting the fact that he was going to die, except he didn't die. He was hit with a handful of what seemed like sugar.

"Why are you laughing?" She sounded so serious but he just couldn't help it. Annie Leonhardt, the girl who would break multiple student's bones by just sparring with her, was participating in his little ingredient fight.

"I thought you were going to kill me!"

He couldn't stop laughing. She was so small and angry, yet she was absolutely adorable. She had flour all over the left side of her face and then she didn't look so dark and evil. He threw another hand of flour at her and it turned into an all out war. Before he knew it, he couldn't even name one object in the kitchen that didn't have some kind of flour or powder on it.

"What are you staring at?"

It was the first time he had seen her smile. It wasn't a wide, toothy grin, but rather a small curve of the lip that played beautifully on her small pink lips. Her eyes were wide, and almost as cheerful as the glow emulating from her. Her hair was a mess, as most of her locks fell out of its typical messy bun and were hanging around her face. He couldn't tell if the confidence were this unknown confidence was coming from, he couldn't even tell what was going on between them at the moment. He used his thumb to wipe off the flour from the right side of her face. He felt her tense beneath his touch as her eyes immediately dropped to the floor. She no longer wore usually stoic and cold expression, she was in shock. He lifted her chin slight, wanting her to look at him. She could hardly look him in the eye though he noticed the slight peach blush that was crawling on to her cheeks. He couldn't recall a time he was so close to a girl, and he was sure she could say the same. Her gaze traveled from the floor to his eyes. They sparkled with curiosity and a twinge of fear. He couldn't blame her, as he feared what he would do if he kept staring at her lips. He leaned down to kiss her.

"Annie, I'm home! What happened in here?"

She hadn't heard from Armin since he came over to tutor her. She wasn't exactly happy about it, but she wasn't too disappointed. Everyone in her life comes and goes so she shouldn't be affected by such a small, minor detail. She was getting into the Erwin x Reader x Levi, until her phone started buzzing uncontrollably.

"I'm at the door."

"I know you got my text answer the door"

"I KNOW YOUR GETTING MY FUCKING TEXT ANNIE"

"ANSWER THE FUCKING DOOR!"

"YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!"

She didn't think someone could get so mad over one or five ignored message. The maniac outside started singing for her to answer the door.

"OH PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR! YOU'RE BEING SUCH A BORE. OH PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR! YOU'RE A LITTLE WHORE!"

She ignored the singing for a while, until she could not take it anymore and could not even be engulfed into the chapter she was in. She stormed downstairs to answer the door.

"Oh thank Sina you came out. I thought I was going to have to climb and knock on your window again. Here, take this, this, and hold that."

She never really liked Hitch. Hitch never really made a good impression, so she never really spoke to her. She screamed jealousy and would put Annie down no matter what she did when she first began attended school. Annie ignored her, but that just seemed to bother her more and more. Then one day, she asked her if they could hang out. She remembers that when she asked her what suddenly would make her think that they could be friends, she told her that if you can't compete with them, then join them. Ever since then, Hitch had this weird idea that they were not only friends, but that they were best friends and she couldn't blame her because she did too. Even after Annie switch to go to military school, Hitch still remained in contact with her. Despite their odd friendship, Hitch always took things a little too far. She would come over unannounced, she would change and sleep in Annie's bed with her, one time, she even brought over clothes from her entire closet so Annie could find something more decent to wear. It looked like that was what she was up to again, as she recognized the flower case to be filled with cosmetics.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sleeping over, duh. Hence the sleeping bag and clothes." She means the four suitcases and two duffle bags.

"You're not moving in."

"That's why it's only enough for one night." Annie just might die. Hitch ran to her room to throw her bags down, then immediately came back.

"Oh, you made cake!"

"You're not sleeping here."

"Yea yea." She bite into a piece of the cake. "You didn't make this, Nostrils. Mom loves the taste of lemon so you always put too much." She calls her mom like it's her mother.

"Get out."

"Geez, what's with that face?"

"I don't like you."

"Awww! Did you know that the only thing worse your horrible personality is your nose? Like can you smell what I'm thinking? Because I think my bitch radar is going off the scale.

She is definitely going to kill her.