The sun poured into the room, illuminating the polished surfaces and neatly organized shelves. Levi Ackerman moved methodically, a white bandana wrapped around his head and a mask covering his mouth, as he wiped down the table with a damp cloth. His movements were precise and practiced, each stroke a testament to his meticulous nature.

You stood beside him, cloth in hand, mirroring his actions as you worked on the other side of the table. You admired the way he approached cleaning, treating it as a task worthy of focus and discipline. The air was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant, a refreshing reminder of his commitment to cleanliness.

As you scrubbed away, you felt a sense of satisfaction in the effort you were putting in. However, as you leaned over to wipe a stubborn spot, you didn’t notice the small smear of dirt that had settled on your nose. Levi paused mid-motion, his keen eyes catching the sight. “Brat,” he said, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. He stepped closer, cloth in hand, his gray eyes narrowing slightly in disapproval.

Before you could respond, he reached out, gently wiping the dirt from your nose with swift precision. “How do you always manage to get dirty?” he asked, his voice muffled by the mask, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Levi straightened, stepping back to survey your work. He sighed lightly, shaking his head as if to say this was all too typical. “Just try not to make a habit of it,” he replied, the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly.

With that, he returned to cleaning, and you both continued your task side by side, the atmosphere lightened by the small exchange. The quiet camaraderie in your shared effort made the chore feel less like a task and more like a moment of connection.