It was finally ready. The paper to end all papers. The most kick-ass essay to ever exist! thought Eren. He stood up and gathered his bundle of papers, stapling the package neatly at the corner. He knew the Corporal had particular hatred for disorder.

He looked around the room for his jacket, but it was nearly impossible to find under the clusterfuck that had become of his room. Levi would never have to know how much excessive planning Eren had gone through to put together his essay. After finally locating the jacket under his studying, Eren rushed out the door. Although the writing of the essay had been a pain in his ass, Eren now felt completely confident as he strutted towards his superiors office. I'm so ready to Levi what I'm worth. And who knows, maybe he'll even take my idea into consideration.

(A/N: switch to Levi's POV)

SMACK!

Levi's gaze was drawn away from the report he'd been reading and up to the stack of papers that had just been rudely dumped on his desk. Standing in front of him was none other than the shitty brat himself. Said shitty brat, Levi observed, had apparently strutted into his office and whipped the mysterious stack of papers at him in a display of overconfidence. Hm, thought Levi, Smug bastard. What could possibly make Yeager so pleased with himself?

"Oi. What's this, brat?"

Eren gave him a look like it should be obvious.

It wasn't. Quite frankly, Levi couldn't give less of a shit.

"It's an essay," Eren replied, "Arguing for the use of airplanes."

Oh, thought Levi, This again. He'd hoped that the kid would just let it drop, because there was no way Levi was going to let him win this battle. Eren was playing with fire, in a way.

"And what am I supposed to do with it?"

Eren's face fell.

"Well... Um..." he stammered, "read it?"

Eren had obviously expected him to be impressed or something. Well, he was, maybe, a tiny bit. Eren had a fierce determination that Levi admired. But Levi wasn't going to tell him this, or even show it on his face.

The tension in the room escalated. At this point, Levi just wanted Eren to leave, but the goddamn brat was being a resilient little shit.

"What made you think that I'll read any random piece of shit essay you throw at me? I'm a busy man, Eren."

"But, sir..." Eren had resorted to giving Levi puppy eyes. He can't possibly think that shit will work on me, thought Levi, bewildered that Eren would even try such a thing, I'm a grown man.

Eren's bottom lip pouted a bit.

It was adorable.

FUCK!

"Fine!," Levi growled, "I'll read your shitty essay."

Eren's face lit up with a badly concealed grin, "Thank you, Corporal!"

"Whatever," said Levi. He was done with this kid. He just wanted to move on with his day.

"Just get the hell out of my office."

And with that, Eren was gone.

Levi looked down at the stack of papers on his desk. They were neat, he noticed. He picked it up and flipped through it cautiously. There was the essay itself, along with jot-notes, a pros and cons section, and a graph of some sort. Jesus, he thought, How much effort did Yeager put into this?

He glanced at his watch. He could use a break. He leaned back in his chair and started reading.