I don't think, I just act. I grab at the one wrist headed straight for me and yank it towards myself as I twist away. The wrist over my shoulder, I throw my hips back into the attacker's crotch area and pull hard, effectively throwing him to the floor. I then twist his wrist into a joint lock and slam my foot down between his shoulder blades. Oh shit, this guy has wings! Medium brown wings! Shit, I'm gonna die!
"Woah, easy there. I'm sorry, okay, will you let me go? I wasn't actually going to hurt you," he says. "Watch the wings, watch the wings! Ow, dammit, just let go,"
"Eren, it's okay, he's a friend." Petra says from the door way. "Eren Jeager, meet Gunther Schultz. Gunther, this is Eren, Levi's new household member,"
"Oh, hi, Petra… Are you sure it's okay for me to let him go? And what are you doing here?"
"Yes, let him go. And Erwin sent me; he said you needed more clothes, so I brought them for you. The big idiot that you have pinned just wanted to come and say hi. I didn't know he was going to lunge at you the moment you opened the door,"
"Oi, that big idiot can still hear you,"
"Oh yeah, sorry about that," I release my grip on his wrist and step off of his back. I move away to give him enough space to stand up.
"Bet you can't do it again," he says while rolling his shoulder. "Nice towel, by the way,"
"You wanna go?" I ask with a raised eyebrow while holding my towel closed.
"Argh, why do you have to be immature about it? Here, Eren. Put these on before Gunther yanks your towel off," she hands me a fancy bag with clothes in it. "I got your underwear size and style from Hanji, after she stripped you,"
My cheeks heat up at the thought of the mad doctor removing all my clothes, how embarrassing. Gunther picks up on my discomfort and gives a snarky laugh. I ignore him and scratch through the bag, my heart drops to the floor.
"Eren, is something the matter? Don't you like them? I can go change it if you don't,"
"No, no, it's not that. They're fine," I say and look up at her. I see only sincerity on her face. "It's just that, the cost of these clothes. There is no way I could possibly pay you back, not even the undies are in my pay range," I mumble as I see the lingering price tags and their expensive looking names.
"Oh no, you don't have to pay anything back. You are Levi's household member; you have to be dressed in good quality stuff, he's a high ranking member of our defence force after all. He heads up the special op team of the Recon force. You really don't have to pay it back," she waves her hands in the air and shakes her head. "Honestly, all household members are treated well. We have to, just to snuff out favouritism,"
"But you just said that I have good clothes because of Levi's position-"
"Yes, but everyone gets the same range, so it's not like some are dressed in rags while others were fine brands. Well, except for those who have to go undercover,"
"But these clothes are a luxury-"
"Then I suppose you better take good care of them," Gunther interjects. "Nothing irritates Levi more than someone who wastes what's been given to them,"
I nod my head slowly. If I can't pay them back for it then I will just have to take care of it so that they don't have to spend more money on me.