[Beauty Contest]

"You've got to be shitting me."

Hanji shot him a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with ominous intentions. "Not quite Levi." She chuckled, setting down a couple of chairs. "Don't be such a party pooper and help me out, will you."

Levi just glared at her, not amused in the slightest with her senseless idea to host a beauty contest. If that wasn't bad enough, she even had the gall to force him into this plan of hers. He swore that the woman had loose screws in that crooked mind of hers. "Not happening."

"But you haven't—"

"I said no."

"Not even if—"

"No."

"Mikasa is participating."

"Like I said, I'm not—" Levi froze into place, his mind processing over the words that left her mouth. "Ackerman you said?"

Hanji clearly hit the jackpot and she certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away. "You heard right." She replied in a cheery voice. "She's behind the curtains as we speak." She pointed towards the man-made curtains that stood before them, her mouth framing into a smile.

Levi took a moment to consider his choices. Choice being one: To witness Ackerman in something other than her filthy scarf. Or Choice being two: To quickly abandon four-eyes before he regretted it at the end of the day.

He was internally fighting with himself for several minutes before concluding to option one. His eyes filled with curiosity as to what Ackerman would be displaying to them during the contest. "I'm staying, but not on your account." He retorted back firmly.

Hanji made an 'I did it' face before clearing her throat promptly, and continuing on. "As I stated, you'll be in charge of judging the ladies while they pose for us." She handed him the clipboard eagerly.

Levi sighed in defeat. Wondering if he regretted making his choice already and if it was too late to back out—though knowing Hanji—it was beyond his reach to escape from her evil plans which she considered as her 'idea of fun.'

"Alright ladies," She glanced sideways at him, "and gentlemen. Let us begin our sexy beauty contest!"

Hanji pushed a button to some remote—which he had no clue as to where she even got it— and some distasteful music began playing in the corner of the mess hall, giving him a slight headache in the process. Yep. He was definitely going to regret this.

"Contestant number one is our lovely Christa Renz, whose undeniably adorable and has beautiful golden hair that makes the boys go crazy." Hanji spoke into a microphone, her eyes glittering with amusement.

Levi glanced up, noticing the curtains shuffling for a bit, before the short, blonde girl appeared on to the stage with a long white, frilly dress that swooped down to her ankles— her hair curled over the lengths of her shoulders.

"U-Uh hello." She spoke out in an awkward pose.

"Tell us about yourself!" Hanji shrieked into the microphone, causing both Levi and Christa to cringe their faces in unison.

"Turn off that god awful microphone already." Levi let out in an annoyed tone, using his two fingers to rub his temples. "We can hear you loud and clear."

Hanji simply ignored his suggestion and continued on with her hosting. "So Christa, what kind of qualities do you have?"

Christa pondered for a moment. Her eyes darting back and forth between Hanji and Levi before replying back. "I like to help others." She smiled softly, caressing her hair with her hands.

"That's my girl!" A background voice shouted from the curtains, along with some 'shhh' that shortly came after.

"Stop it Ymir! That's embarrassing!"

"Ah, you look beautiful, don't worry Goddess!"

Christa stood there in embarrassment, her cheeks glowing with maroon before she stepped down from the stage.

"So what does our judge think of the beautiful Christa Renz?" Hanji jerked her body to the side, shoving the microphone into his face.

Levi scowled in return, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with this dress up game any longer. "She looks alright." He murmured in a low voice, not attempting to lift his gaze towards the timid girl.

Hanji rolled her eyes at his bland response, but realized that it was as good as it would get. She lifted the microphone back up to her lips and advanced on."You heard the man! On to our next contestant." Hanji thumbed through her list before continuing. "She has a bit of an appetite, but is still beautiful in all aspects. Let us introduce our very own Sasha Braus!"

Sasha stepped out almost immediately. Her mouth covered with crumbs and her blue dress swaying gracefully along the edges of the stage. She glanced down, taking note of the Corporal and Hanji both observing her while she nibbled on to the piece of bread in her hands.

"Braus." Levi spoke out, eyeing her closely.

"Yes sir?"

"That bread, " he pointed towards her hand. "Where did you get it from?"

Sasha fidgeted in antsy movements, averting her gaze away from the Corporal. "I—uh found it, sir." She replied back meekly.

"Stage. Off now." He demanded. "Go restock our food storage and if I so happen to notice even one bread missing, then prepare yourself for more cleaning duties."

"Yes, sir." Sasha frowned in return, leaping off the stage with the dress and making her way towards the kitchen without waiting to hear the Corporal's opinion on her wardrobe.

Idly watching from the side, Hanji sighed in disappointment and carried along with her list, shooting Levi a warning look before reading on."Our very last contestant for this evening is our very own Mikasa Ackerman. Who is a mixture between Asian and German, which makes her very special among the Scouting Legion and is also rumored to be as strong as our very own captain." She eyed the Corporal in amusement.

Levi rolled his eyes at her remark but nonetheless, glanced up, watching closely as the curtains shuffled for a few moments, before the girl stepped out with a red dress clinging tightly against her ivory skin— her lips tainted with glossy pink.

He suddenly felt his breath lodge deeply inside his throat as his eyes reached down to her bare neck—which he might add—was standing out the most, compared to her alluring appearance.

Has this brat always been this attractive since he's recruited her?

Was he always oblivious to her appearance?

"Heichou," she spoke out to him in a flat tone. "You're mouth is open."

"Oh my." Hanji flickered her eyes towards Levi, stifling a laugh to herself. "It seems he's quite impressed by your wardrobe." She added with a wink.

He shot an icy glare towards both of them and folded his arms across his chest. "Tch. More along the lines of disgusted with your choice of attire."

Mikasa arched an eyebrow, not fully convinced with his answer. "Then why are you blushing?"

Silence fell in between them for what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm not." He replied.

"But, you are." She countered back immediately. "Perhaps this suits me?" She twirled around in confidence. A smile tugging at her lips as she seductively extended out her bare leg from her dress.

Fuck. Oh my. Fuck.

He abruptly stood up from his seat, tightly gripping his hands to his side. "It's too damn hot in here." He grounded out between gritted teeth, jerking his head away before escaping through the doors of the mess hall.

He leaned against the wall for a long moment, breathing slowly to maintain his composure, before wiping the sweat that trickled down his forehead.

He could feel his blood racing beneath his skin and his mind filled with lewd thoughts that he couldn't believe a man at his age could be having about a goddamn brat.

Though, one thought remained in his head.

'I'm never getting caught up with Hanji's damn plans ever again…'