Levi had just finished thoroughly cleaning the training headquarters when you showed up and his eyes widened, sweat dripping down his forehead and wetting the bandana he wore on his face to protect himself from the dust. More than being terrified of dirt, he was terrified of you, because ever since you were just cadets, you were always making some kind of mess or dirtying something, knocking things over due to lack of awareness of space or entering the rooms with dirt-stained boots.

Levi's analytical eyes followed the packet of chips you were eating and when you stopped in front of him and offered it to him, accidentally dropping it on the floor, Levi's right eye twitched and he freaked out.

Again!? I can't stand you anymore!