No Name

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DaX0315: Petra and others fawning over No Name

My knowledge of No Name is limited (read the AoT wiki page). Also, I know it was supposed to be fangirling and other people involved but it kinda ended up writing itself.

"Now where did I put it?" Petra looked around the stuffed garage. "Random crap, Halloween decor, Thanksgiving decor, random crap, more random crap, Christmas stuff—huh." There was an unmarked old box off to the side. Inside it was memorabilia from her husband's high school years. Delighted, she brought the box to the dining room to sift through.

Trophies from various sports dominated the box. She took them out one by one, cleaning them and setting them aside. The next items she took out were some yearbooks. "Aw," she said, finding his freshman year photo.

Petra laughed when she saw his senior year school photo. Someone—probably Hange, his childhood friend—had doodled a mustache, unibrow, and devil horns on Levi's face. There were also a few report cards and certificates of achievement in there. Toward the bottom of the box were sheets of paper, a CD, and an envelope. She set the CD aside. The loose leaf notebook pages had yellowed over the years. Song lyrics?

Petra pulled out an old photograph from the envelope. Levi, Hange, and Mike posed with bandages covering parts of their faces and on the back of it, it said No Name. She burst into laughter. No way! A little digging revealed a CD player and she placed the round disk inside.

When Levi came home, Petra was waiting with a huge grin on her face. "Hi," she greeted. Her husband groaned, falling on the couch, head in her lap. "How was work?"

"Long. Glad to be home."

"Hm-hm." She stroked his hair. "I found something interesting today." He grunted. "Why didn't you tell me you were in a band?"

Levi groaned. "Shit, you weren't supposed to know!"

Petra giggled, "Why not?"

"Because it's fucking embarrassing!" His cheeks were tinged pink. She pulled out the band photo from behind the cushion next to her. "Oh for fuck's sake."

"So, what up with the bandages? You didn't really think they hid your identities, did you? Or was it just to look cool?"

"It's even more stupid looking than I remembered," he complained, sitting up. "Stupid edgy bullshit. Throw it away!"

"No!" Petra moved it out of his reach. "I like it!"

"Why?"

"I even listened to some of the songs."

"Kill me now." Levi fled into the kitchen.

Petra followed after him, a teasing smile on her face. "Wanna know what my favorite song is?" She had downloaded them and held up her phone. "Here, I'll play it."

"Please don't. It's a fucking cringe-fest, Petra."

"It's not that bad."

Levi gave her a look that said it all.

"Okay, fine, it's pretty cringy," she admitted. "What were you thinking?" She snickered, thoroughly enjoying this mortifying phase of her husband's life.

"We thought we were so cool. Looking back now." Levi winced. "We were so lame."

"Yeah, but it's also kind of cute." Petra imagined it would make for an embarrassing, funny story for their future kids. Hey kids, guess what? Your dad used to be in a band. The thought made her giggle at the embarrassed look he would wear.

Levi made a face. "Don't bring it up again, okay? I'd rather that part of my life stay buried forever."

Not happening, buddy. Petra wisely kept that to herself. "If you hate it so much why keep some of this stuff stored away?"

"I must've missed it. Wait, it was in a box with my other high school shit? Fucking Kenny, I bet he snuck it there when we were moving in."

"Don't curse him, he's your uncle."

"He's a sadistic ass with a shitty sense of humor."

"No, he's not. He's always so sweet to me."

"That's cause he adores you. Kenny loves making me miserable, annoying old bastard."

Petra looked at the photo. "You know, the whole Kaneki bandage look isn't so bad. It's kind of hot."

Levi groaned and stomped away while she laughed, muttering something about the 2000s and emo obsession.

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