It was just another day for the soldiers of the 104 and a half cadet squad, when an errand boy relays a message to the squad leader.
"Jäeger! Front an center. Heichou Rivaille requests your present immediately." Eren stiffened.
'Oh no, not again. I told stupid horse face not to wear his muddy shoes inside, that they'd dirty everything up.'
"Oooh, someone's in trouble." One of my friends, Mame said, nudging me.
Brushing off the comment, Eren timidly makes his way into the castle, and waiting just past the entrance was an angry midget.
"Jager." Levi says.
"Actually, it's Jäeger." Eren corrects him.
"How the fuck do you know if I pronounced it a or ä?" The shorter boy asked.
"Because, it's neither actually. It's Yëager."
"Okay, fuck your last name, I'll call you whatever I please." Levi says losing patience with Eren.
"Now, for what I requested you for," I brace myself for the worst. " It's a problem in my living quarters, and only you can help."
"It's so big..."
"I know, and it hurts so much sometimes. Because of you."
"Me, heichou?" Eren asked eyes wide.
"Yes you, you brat. So are you gonna help me or not?"
"I-I don't know how to help."
"I'll show you," Levi then proceeded to show and tell Eren how to not be such an annoying brat, because he caused Levi to develop a stress vein that's fuckin humongous, hidden by his hair though.
The end.
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AcakA bunch of random short stories that are mostly wtf's. Read at your own risk.
