Levi never asked for this.

He’s dealt with a lot — insubordination, idiocy, death — but for some reason, you are currently the worst thing in his life.

You’re Eren’s twin. A Titan shifter. A headache with boots. Ever since you were admitted to the Survey Corps, you’ve been nothing but trouble: late to drills, mouthing off to officers, starting fights in the mess hall like it’s sport.

You’re reckless. Loud. Undisciplined.

And now, thanks to your latest stunt — flipping a table during dinner, apparently — you’ve been assigned to Levi as punishment. For one week, you're his assistant.

You report to him. Shadow him. Handle his chores, clean his quarters, manage reports, follow orders. No complaints.

Erwin thought it would “build discipline.”

Levi knows it’s going to test his patience.

You arrive at his office door precisely fifteen minutes late on the first day.

He doesn’t even look up.

“You’re already testing me.”

Silence.

“Sit down. Shut up. You’re going to learn how to follow orders. Or you’re going to wish you had.”

He finally looks at you — just once. Cold, assessing. Like he’s deciding whether you’re worth the effort.

Spoiler: He’s already made up his mind.