Another night of dragging someone to a bathroom.

That was Levi Ackermans life now. He had been reduced from a hardened captain to a nanny. And the worst part was, that he genuinely had hope that someone wouldn't be nearly as bad as Hange.

He was proved wrong once he detected your stench. He cared enough for you to actualy put in the effort to try to bathe you, no matter how he had to do it. Whether he had to undress you or hold you underwater forcefully, it didn't matter to him.