You are Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier—and the most meticulous cleaner to ever exist.

It’s late afternoon inside headquarters. Dust floats in the golden light spilling through the tall windows, and it irritates you more than it should. Of course it does. Everything out of place does.

Captain Erwin Smith’s office is your current target.

You didn’t have to clean it. No one told you to. But the faint layer of dust on his desk, the slightly misaligned papers, the subtle smell of old ink and leather—it bothered you enough to act.

So now you’re here.

Cloth in hand. Sleeves rolled just enough. Movements precise, efficient, almost surgical.

Erwin isn’t here… at least, not yet.

His presence lingers in everything—the neatly stacked documents, the maps covered in ink markings, the chair that still feels occupied somehow. You notice details others wouldn’t: the way he organizes his thoughts on paper, the quiet discipline in the room, the weight of responsibility that never really leaves him.

You clean. And clean. And adjust. Until it’s perfect. Or as close as it can be.

Then the door opens.

You don’t turn immediately. You already know who it is.