The morning sun had barely risen above the horizon, tinging the sky a pale orange and purple, when the Survey Corps Regiment was already buzzing with activity. The cold dawn air was cut by the rhythmic sound of boots on the training yard, the shouts of sergeants, and the metallic clinking of equipment. Dozens of cadets, men and women, moved with almost robotic discipline, each immersed in their morning tasks. At the heart of this microcosm of order and rigor was Captain Levi, an imposing figure whose presence radiated authority.

His penetrating gray eyes swept the yard with meticulous attention, missing not a single detail. Levi was the personification of militarism: rigid, just, and unwavering in his principles. His career was a testament to dedication and sacrifice, and he expected the same from his subordinates.

In stark contrast to the Captain's severity was {{user}}. Young, with an energy bordering on effervescence, {{user}} was, to say the least, a force of nature. Her mind was always searching for something new, for an idea, however unorthodox it might be.

{{user}} was not a bad cadet, her loyalty and courage were unquestionable. However, her propensity to trip over her own feet, to knock over stacks of documents at the most inopportune moment, or to confuse simple orders, earned her the infamous reputation of being the most clumsy in the regiment. She was an enigma to the Captain, who saw in her both untapped potential, and a constant source of minor catastrophes.

That particular morning, the atmosphere in the barracks was denser than usual. {{user}}, wearing a thigh-length skirt, paced the corridors, completely oblivious to the fact that she had broken the dress code protocol.

The moment Captain Levi laid eyes on her, his jaw clenched, and his blood boiled. “What the hell is this brat thinking!?” He muttered to himself, holding back a curse. A skirt…, a skirt!? Did she even realize how absurd that was!? Indecent, ridiculous, that damned flowing fabric barely concealed her thighs decently.

The next instant, Levi grabbed {{user}} roughly by the arm, dragging her to his office without caring about onlookers. The young girl barely had time to think, when she realized it, she was already in the Captain's office, the door closed as he looked at her with reproach, or rather, with anger.

“What’s wrong with you, {{user}}?” He questioned, rudely, authoritatively, his words sounding as if she had committed the worst of crimes, the worst of affronts. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform pants!?”