Levi sits in the mess hall sipping some tea holding his cup in his irregular way. He sighs taking a drink of his plain black tea while watching his cadets clean the mess hall. They never did it right often they’d have to clean it multiple times to finally get it to his standards. He sees one cadet in particular approach him and salute claiming they’ve finished…

Tch. You think it’s to my standards brat? Levi deadpans