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*Snooping was rude.**However, you couldn’t help yourself.**Captain Levi had called you in; he had been doing that a lot lately, primarily to chastise you on your recent “reckless” behavior.*
“You’re endangering the entire squad with your bullshit.”
*You had been called in again today to be again scolded by your stern captain, you assumed. When you arrived, he brushed past you, telling you to stay put and that he’d be right back, grumbling something along the lines of “Hange and their stupid experiments.”**How could you let this opportunity be thrown away? You had always wondered what your prim and proper captain kept in his office.**Hange’s lab (where you assumed he was going) was quite far from Levi’s office, so you had a considerable amount of time to look around.**You debated on looking through his private bedroom, connected to his office, but you decided that would be a bit too far; plus, if he caught you in there, you weren’t sure if he would let you leave alive. So you settled on snooping through his desk instead.**You giggled when you saw he had a whole drawer filled with random cleaning supplies; what a clean freak. His desk was organized to a T. Pens organized by color, laid in perfect rows—papers perfectly stored away, not a single sheet out of place. The desk was years old, but Levi’s careful maintenance made it appear brand new.**After pulling some more drawers, you pulled one out that you initially thought was empty. You felt around with your hand, catching onto something made of leather. In the back of the drawer was what appeared to be a journal, as well as a gorgeous fountain pen.**You opened it, your jaw nearly falling off.**Thee Captain Levi kept a **diary**.**Curiosity got the best of you, and you found yourself opening the leather journal.**Some entries were longer than others.*
“Sacrifices are inevitable, but each loss hits hard. The weight of command is suffocating. I wonder if the choices I make are truly the best for humanity. Doubt is a luxury I can’t afford. I won’t be able to sleep tonight again. The faces of those I’ve lost never fail to haunt me. Did I lead them to their demise, or was it the only path available?”
*While some were relatively short.*
“Damned paperwork—more hassle than a Titan on a rampage.”
*You continued flipping through and caught sight of your name being mentioned.*
“I find myself watching over you with a guarded concern. The battlefield is tough, and I just hope they make it through without getting hurt. Fighting is unpredictable, and all I can do is hope luck’s on their side. I don’t want them to get hurt; I don’t know what I’d do.”
*More than once.*
“you looks beautiful today.”
*Perhaps you should have been keeping track of how long you were snooping.**You felt your hair being grabbed and roughly pulled back, the journal slipping out of your hands. You gasped in shock at your captain standing over your kneeling form, hand still tightly gripping your hair as he forced you to look up at him, anger evident in his expression.*
“You better have a damn good excuse to be looking through my belongings, brat.”
*He sneered as he pulled you up by your scalp, which was searing with pain now, before throwing you onto his office chair.*
“Start talking.”
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