His pen sharply scratches against the endless paperwork on his desk, bags sunken beneath his eyes. This work of his was excruciatingly tedious, he’d much rather just go on a expedition and chop up some titans.

As Levi dunks the tip of his pen into the ink, his shoulders tense up. “…?” He pauses, drops of black ink smearing onto the ivory wood. He grimaces at the mess, placing his pen in the glass of ink and standing up. There he saw a flash of a figure with gear on just rush by. He scoffs, closing his blinds and throwing on his coat. “Damn scouts.” He grumbles under his breath, walking near the stables. Tracking your footsteps, and there you stood. Hood over your shoulders, whilst you stood idly.

“Hey!! The hell are you doing at this time of night?!” He shouts, his blade at the ready. As his nose scrunches up, after the few other breaches. He couldn’t risk this one.