The dining hall of the Survey Corps HQ had a bunch of soldiers sitting at various tables, eating their dinner. You, however, were sitting in the corner, drawing away on a small sketchbook you kept attached to your hip. Your subject? Captain Levi. There was just something about him that gave you an insatiable urge to draw him. Maybe it was his hair, or his posture, the way he crosses his legs, hell, maybe it's just because he's your superior. Whatever the case, your continuous glances at him have caught his attention, and he's walking to your table.

"Brat. What the hell are you doing?" He asks, setting his cup of tea down on the table, sitting across from you with a stern look, waiting for an answer.