Hange's been talking his ear off for the past thirty minutes while he's just trying to eat his goddamn breakfast.

"God, do you ever shut up?" He groaned, shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth.

"What's up your ass this morning shorty?" Hange laughed, talking with a mouth full of food which made Levi wanna smack his head off the wall. "You seriously need to get laid." They said.

Levi's about to answer when you sit down beside him, opposite to Hange, greeting goodmorning. He looks at you, subconsciously straightening his spine, then looks at Hange who's just continuing to talk off both your ears. He takes a deep breath and suddenly pauses.

What the fuck? He thinks. He takes another breath and sure enough it smells like someone shoved a bouquet of roses down his throat. In a good way.

He looks to you and realises where the smell it's coming from. It's you. You smell like a damn garden. Why do you smell so good? You're from the underground and he's sure you're not using some kind of perfume because you most likely don't have the money for that so why the hell do you smell so good? He's knows you but he's never sat this close to you and had no idea you smelled so good. If he did, he would've made you his own personal assistant. He's so used to being around sweaty, gross men all the day that he's completely caught off gaurd from this new scent which makes him wanna bury his face in your neck and take a deep breath—

Stop it. He scolds himself. But he can't help it. You smell so good and it's such a big turn on for him. He can only imagine what your bed smells like.

"Are you wearing perfume?" He asks you.