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"Enter." Levi called.
The door swung open to reveal Captain Levi sitting on a chair, shifting through paperwork piled neatly on top of his gleaming desk. In fact, Eren noted, the entire room was gleaming. It was almost like Levi was a massive clean freak.
"Oi brat. Take your boots off. I don't want you getting dirt all over my floor." It seemed Levi actually was a massive clean freak, no doubt about it. It was obvious from the extensive collection of bleach and other cleaning products on his shelf.
Once Eren's boots were off and placed neatly next to the door Levi got up and silently handed him a bottle of cleaning product and a cloth.
"I want you to clean all of the bathrooms in this place. All of them. And if I find a single one with dirt on, you will have to repeat the entire process again. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes sir." Eren stuttered, wondering how long it was going to take him.
"And if you don't get them done quickly, you'll have to skip dinner and carry on through the night until they're done and absolutely spotless." Levi spoke slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Now go."
Eren raced off, not wanting to miss dinner because he was already starving after missing breakfast.
After cleaning the first couple of bathrooms on the first floor, Eren suddenly realised how big a task he was faced with. Never again would he sleep in. In fact, he doubted if he would ever sleep again. Captain Levi was damn scary.
Eren sat on his bed, nursing bleeding fingers and a wounded pride. He had worked so hard to get the bathrooms clean he had scraped all the skin off of his hands. Levi had inspected the toilets and although he found them passable he had decided to make an example of Eren and call him out in front of the entire squad for his mistake. Jean was never going to let this go. Eren, not for the first time, wished Mikasa was here.
"Hey, Eren! Guess what!" The same person who woke him up the day before was jumping up and down with excitment, big brown eyes shining with joy. He remembered who it was now: Hanji.
"What is it?" Eren asked, his voice dulled with tiredness.
"You have a letter!" Hanji whipped it out behind her back with a flourish and shoved the post in his face.
"Why is it wet?!" Eren spluttered.
"Ah. I may have accidentally dropped it in a puddle." Hanji helpfully supplied. "I was in a rush to get it to you and it slipped out of my hands." She at least had the grace to look sheepish. Eren opened the letter, tearing swiftly through the damp paper and scanning the neat writing. He could tell straightway it was from Mikasa.
"What?!" He cried. "That can't be true! I saw him...I saw him with my own eyes...just lying there! Armin can't be alive!"
