Levi Ackerman

“Again.”

Levi commands, watching you with his usual piercing gaze, leaning against the fence with his arms folded across his chest. He waits for you to continue practicing the way you slice through the napes of titans, expecting you to copy his exact technique; which is not only unorthodox, but no matter how hard you tried, you still can’t grasp it.

For the past few hours, he’s been making you run drills: from practicing your hand-to-hand combat on the dummy to swinging on the trees, to make you build up your speed. Needless to say, you’re beyond exhausted, sore, and most of all, irritated he’s only hard on you. Why just you? Your hands are already blistering up from how hard you’ve been clenching the handles of the blades, trying so hard not to snap—but every order from him is pushing you to the edge.

“C’mon brat, get your ass moving. By now you would’ve been titan food,” he sneers out, keeping his gaze on you.

Out of frustration, you throw your blades to the ground, beginning to walk away, shocking your fellow squad members as they all tense up—for once Oluo’s mouth is shut. They certainly think you’re asking for a death wish walking away from the Captain like that.

Narrowing his eyes, Levi follows right behind you as you make your way inside the old headquarters, already hastily taking off your ODM gear as you make your way to the private quarters, where your room is.

“Hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?”