The Corporal {Ereri}

The corporal

Authors note:
This is my first fanfic, so if you have any advice or questions just comment. Also if theres any spelling mistakes comment in the section. I have no idea where this story is going as im making it up as i go along.
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The corporal was someone i had always admired... The way he walked, talked and even the way he holds his teacup by the brim. I was fascinated by him, i wanted to see more...

"Eren!" Shouted the corporal.
Stumbling towards the corporal i looked at him. "Y-yes Corporal?"
"Clean this place up you shitty brat." He said as he looked around his seemingly spotless office.
"O-of course sir!"
The Corporal then walked out of the door sighing as he rubbed his furrowed brows. I caught a sneaky look at his butt. 'Perfect' I thought.

Sighing loudly I set to work in the corporal's office. I couldnt see anything wrong. But the cleanfreak- Corporal always found something.

So I started dusting around the arches of the windows, and as time passed I worked my way around the room. Until all that was left was the Corporal's Desk.

I stroked my fingers on the old oak desk, and my hands wondered over to the old brass handle-i opened it and as I did I saw a large black notebook, buried by a enormus pile of paper. I looked around to make sure i wasn't being watched and I reached for the notebook.

I stroked the black leather cover and slowly opened it... Two green eyes were staring at me, I slowly realised it was me. But what reason did the corporal have to draw me, of all people?

I turned the page over to find yet another picture of me, this time cleaning the windows.

I was confused, did this mean the corporal had feelings for me or was I just a mere subject of his art...