Ah, where to start?
Eren ran a hand through his tousled brown hair, too deep in thought to notice the presence creeping up behind him. Levi quietly, but suddenly sat on the edge of the desk startling Eren out his reverie.
"C-Captain?" Eren rubbed his eyes to check if he was dreaming (it was pretty late in the night) and to his dismay, the captain's unwavering scowl continued to be directed at him. Eren sighed, rubbing his eyes again.
"Eren." Levi said. One, clear syllable that struck a deep anxious chord in Eren's stomach. The raven haired man sighed as he touched a finger to the rim of his cup and lazily drew circles. "Eren, Eren, Eren."
"S-sir?"
"Eren," Levi sniffed like the titan-shifter was stupid. "What am I to do?"
"... About...?"
"Well," Here, Levi's head ducked so his anxious features were hidden deep in shadow. "About me."
Eren's eyebrows shot skyward. "You? What about you?"
Levi scowled as he set his empty cup down. "Uhm... Well-"
"Levi?" The familiar baritone of Mike echoed around the halls, and in the gloom of the small room, Eren saw Levi's eyes become impossible wide. "Levvviiiii..."
Levi snatched his cup and ducked under the table. Eren hurried to rearrange the table cloth right before squad-leader Mike appeared around the corner. Mike was evidently hammer, full blown drunk, pissed out of his mind- whatever the most strong word for "totally inebriated" was. Mike stumbled into the wall, pale blue eyes blearily scrutinizing every shadow. When he saw Eren, he made a small squeak.
"Eren?" Mike rubbed his eyes, drained his wine bottle, and blinked sluggishly as the alcohol took firmer hold. "Eren? Eren Eren EREN EREN EREN."
The teen rested his head on his crossed arms. "Why does everyone keep repeating my name?"