This time Levi got to be rich. His parents had a big house, and he got fancy tutors to come and teach him there. This time, Erwin was the one who was hard off. This time Erwin was his history professor.

"How are you today, commander?" Levi asked the first day that their tutelage commenced after the winter holidays. Erwin shot him a dirty look but said nothing. "Still jealous that the tables are turned?"

"I was never jealous Levi."

"Of course you are because now you have to clean up my shit and you miss it when I cleaned up yours," Levi explained.

"It's good to see that things so petty as the class you're born into can't change your vocabulary. I find that very reassuring."

Levi smiled, leaning back in his chair.

"You're just upset because I look so fuckin' cute in the jacket but you can't put your hands on my underaged butt."

"Accuse me of being upset all you like, Levi, it won't mean anything. In the end we'll still have to talk about the fall of Wall Maria."

"Screw you," Levi said softly, distracting himself with a bowl of chocolates. "I hate the walls. Stupid curriculum making me learn this when I live it.

Erwin raised an eyebrow at him, and pulled a text book out of his bag. "You understand the that no one's going to believe that right?" he asked.

Levi shrugged at him. "I never said I was trying to sell it to them. It's just how thins are.

Erwin rolled his eyes, and flipped to the first chapter. "The walls were built in the year 743 and served to keep the titans out of human territory for a 100 years when the Colossal Titan first appeared," he began.