Levi knew this was a bad idea. He had a gut feeling. And yet, he chose to ignore it. Curse Hange for dragging him here. He sounds the bottle with his free hand, the other holding his drink. He watched the empty beer bottle spin and spin and spin and— it slowed down, pointing at Erwin and then to Hange and then Petra and— you. 'You've gotta be kidding me' Levi cursed in his mind. Of all the people sitting in this circle. The bottle just had to land on you. It's not that he didn't like you. It's that he liked you too much. And he didn't know how to show it so what was his best option? To hate you. At least, try to hate you.

The door slammed shut as a bunch of shouts we're heard from outside the door. The timer had started. Seven minutes. Seven minutes of being locked in this cramped, dirty closet with you. He tried his best to ignore you, but there was not much here that he could look at other than you. One second felt like a whole hour. He could just barely make out the whites of your eyes in the dark. He decided to break the ice.

"Who dragged you here?" He mumbled, half hoping you didn't hear him.