An Ackerman's secret

7

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

I stayed silent, trying to come up with an excuse as his gaze lowered down to what I was wearing, it was like he immediately recognised that it was shirt. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Oh I- uh thought this was Eren's room, sorry Captain." I struggled to get my words out.

He slowly began walking towards me, looking down at me as he did. I rested my hands on the wall behind me to help me stand, I was just grateful I hadn't thrown up yet considering I did way too many shots, but I'm guessing that won't matter anymore when Levi has murdered me.

"Funny, weren't you with Jean earlier tonight?" Oh god that's awkward if all my superiors saw.

"And now you're trying to get into Eren's room?" He fixed his stare on me, waiting for a response while acknowledging how much I was struggling to not fall flat on my ass, or worse, face.

"That was a dare!" I argued, drawing my eyebrows together at his accusation. He got even closer to me until I was completely backed up against the wall, where he then put his hands by the sides of my head, his face a few inches from mine so I was forced to look at him.

"Oh and I forgot to mention, Eren's room is in the basement." I froze. Shit, I suck at lying when I'm drunk. I pretended to fake realise and let out a breathy laugh, trying to play it off like I was too drunk to notice, but we both knew he could see through my cover.

"Well I'll be making my way there-" I tried to push myself off of the wall, but was interrupted by him pushing me against it, his body trapping me. I squirmed underneath him, desperate to get back to the others.

He leant to whisper into my ear, "Why are you wearing my shirt, cadet." Yep, that's me gone. I tried to act innocent, looking down at his shirt on me with confusion. It was then that I realised he could probably see down the top of the shirt, where I was only in my bra. I pulled my hair over my shoulder to hide the opening from the undone buttons.

He squinted his eyes at me. "It's my mistake sir-" He put his finger over my mouth, shutting me up instantly, I tensed up under his touch and my legs eventually gave out underneath me.

"Tch." He rolled his eyes as I dropped to the floor, landing on my knees below him. "You're going to get my shirt filthy." He grabbed my arms and pulled me up with a stern look on his face. I take back what I said about Ymir being fuckable now, this dare sucks. Also surely they saw Levi head this way? Did they not warn me?

"Where's your clothes brat?" Now, do I tell him the truth or lie, I can't tell which option is better but either way I'm in shit. However I was a little bit glad that I was missing the rest of the truth or dare game because I'm too drunk for that.

"Soaking wet." I lied. He clicked his tongue and finally backed off of me. I exhaled and recovered from holding my breath nearly that entire time.

"You can stay in that shirt for now, but I would suggest getting changed."

No punishment? Levi's face relaxed a bit and he sat down on this bed, finishing his cup of tea as I stood in his room, shuffling on my feet while playing with the hem of his shirt. He placed his cup on his table and turned to look at me.

"Need anything else?"

Oh I didn't get the hint that I could now leave. I shook my head and flashed a smile before walking out of his room and back down the corridor, trying to remember the directions to the mess hall. When I got there the group was still in the same place but some of them had split off.

They didn't seem to be playing the game anymore and were now chilling, from what I could see Ymir, Christa, Reiner and Bertholdt had left. I hurried over to the group, "I just had a near death experience." I let out a breathy laugh.