A/N: Levi POV. EVERYONE LOVES NEKKID SHOWERS RITE? RITE? Q u Q
Going off to China in a day's time for a month so either ya'll will have to wait a month for the next chapter or I will write and update during my time in China...depends.


I wonder if he's okay.

Let's slap him.

Don't do that you moron.

Get some smelling salts.

Seriously, why not just slap him.

Levi's eyes blinked open. Sasha was hovering over him with her hand poised. She jumped back. Everyone surrounding Levi backed off.

"Corporal, are you feeling okay?"

Levi was aware that he was in a bed. He stared up at the ceiling. Then he sat up. "Leave me," he said. Everyone promptly did so, even after a few hesitations and small protests that he ignored. Soon he was left alone again. It felt good commanding people around. Then he bit his lip. Everyone stopped cleaning, didn't they? He looked around.

The room he was in was clean. Somewhat acceptable.

Where was Eren? Levi got up, adjusted his shirt, and looked himself in the mirror. Dark eye bags. Eyelids lowered into his familiar stare. Cravat in place. Levi placed his palm on his forehead. Headache.

He couldn't remember what had happened before he passed out.

He thought for a bit.

Then the memories came crashing back. Levi fell on the floor. Oh god. Levi shook his head pitifully at himself as he made his way over to the closest shower. He wanted to wash away his dirty, dirty thoughts. He wanted to be cleansed. Levi waited for the water to warm up as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He was painfully short. His chest was bare, remnants of past Titan encountering traced his skin. He wished they were hickeys from Eren instead.

Levi bit into his tongue as if to stop his brain from changing course. What was he thinking? Levi stepped into the shower with a loud sigh to himself. The water was steaming, burning his skin, just how he liked it. The glass fogged up.

He brought soap up to his neck and began washing. As he was cleaning himself, he heard a crash, nearby. Levi dropped the soap and rubbed his eye. Bad idea. He groaned as the soap irritated his eye right away. Forgetting about the crashing sound, Levi blindly opened up the shower door and walked out.

Then he felt himself tripping and as he fell, he was aware of another presence in the room.

"Corporal, what the hell are you doing?"

Levi blinked rapidly and as his vision cleared, he saw Eren lying underneath him, looking very pissed off. Levi was shocked, but otherwise decided not to express it as he got up as dignified as he could. Then he saw Eren pull his face towards his own.

"What happened to your eyes?"

Levi was staring at Eren, their faces painfully close. "Soap," he muttered. "Get me a towel."

Eren let go of Levi's face. "It's fine, don't you like everything clean anyways?"

Levi's hands clenched. He would have started beating Eren up right then and there if it wasn't for the fact that he was naked.

"Get lost, you bloody brat," he said. Then stalked back into the bathroom to finish his god damned shower in peace. It was so dumb that unlike he could, in the past, he couldn't beat up Eren again. Or rather, wouldn't.