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"Is it true that before Marco died, you two were gay for each other?" Eren asked, looking over at Jean who was sitting on the other side of Mikasa. You rolled your eyes and lazily scooped another spoonful of soup into your mouth.

"Wha- Shut up titan-boy! That's a false accusation, I-I wasn't with Marco!" Jean protested, leaning over the table so he could see past Mikasa and at Eren.

"It's a good thing you sat in between them." You said to her.

"It doesn't seem like it's doing much of a difference." She muttered.

"You're not denying that you're gay though, horse-face." Eren said.

"Oooh, Ymir told me that she heard moans coming from your room back when we were cadets. You can't deny it now!" Connie said from where he sat next to you, and across from Jean.

"Ymir!" Jean said, looking over a few seats. The girl shrugged as a smirk tugged on her face.

"No one is going to judge you, Jean, we were just curious." Christa said from where she sat across from Ymir.

"... Well maybe I-"

"(f/n)! PSSSSST! (f/n)!!! PSSSSSSST!" You heard a voice, that wasn't as quiet as it had intended to be. You looked over and saw Hanji waving frantically at you. You sighed, giving Mikasa a pleading look. She seemed to understand your message, and she stood up with you.

"We'll be back in a bit." You said. You both walked over to the woman, who quickly ducked behind a wall. You both went around the wall, where Hanji was jumping up and down excitedly. "What is it, Hanji?" You muttered. You saw her holding a medium-sixed black box, about the size from your wrist to your elbow.

"Well, you know how you have a little crush on Corporal Shorty?" Hanji started, giving you an excited look.

"H-Hanji!" You said, glancing over to Mikasa.

"Hmmm?" Mikasa hummed, raising a curious eyebrow. "Interesting."

"Goddamn it, Hanji, you promised not to tell!" You hissed at the woman who seemed to not notice your embarrassment.

"Ah, she was going to find out sooner or later. Now that you're here, you can help me." Hanji said.

"Help with what?" You asked. Hanji gave you one of those looks that meant something was about to happen. She leaned over and whispered something into Mikasa's ear. You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for them to stop murmuring. Hanji finally leaned away, giving Mikasa an expectant look. Mikasa glanced at you, looked at you up and down, then looked back to Hanji. She sighed and nodded, earning an excited squeal from Hanji.

"What is it?" You asked, tired of them keeping something from you. Before you knew it, Mikasa and Hanji both lunged at you. Mikasa slammed a hand over your mouth, and hooked an arm with yours. Hanji held on to you by your waist, then grabbed your other arm. They both pulled you down the hall, ignoring your muffled curses. "GUYS! LET ME GO, RIGHT NOW!" You screeched into Mikasa's hand.

You heard a door open, and you were tugged inside, where Mikasa finally let go of you, closing and locking the door behind you, with a bored expression as if nothing happened. "Guys, what the hell?! Tell me what's going on!" You said as Hanji sat you down in a chair.

"We're gonna pretty you up, then present you to Levi!" Hanji said, clapping her hands excitedly. She set the black box on her dresser and opened it, revealing many colors. "I found this old thing down in the basement somewhere, and apparently, you put it on your face to make you look pretty! It's called...." She scanned the box, turning it around until she came across something. "Makeh Uppe (Mack-eh Oop-eh)?" She said.

Mikasa peered over Hanji's shoulder, staring at the box. "That says Make-Up, Hanji." She corrected in a monotone.

"Ah, okay. Make-Up." She said. She took out a piece of paper that was folded inside. "Don't worry, it comes with directions so you won't end up looking like a clown." She added, flattening the paper against the hard surface.

"You guys really don't have to do this, and Levi never has to know about me, he's probably not even interested." You said, starting to get up from the chair. Hanji pushed you back into the chair, and pulled over two chairs infront of you.

"Non-sense, he likes you too." She said, sitting down and setting the box in her lap.

"W-What?!" You said, face turning red.

"She's right, I saw him looking at you the other day. And he was smiling too." Mikasa added, sitting down in the chair next to Hanji. Hanji nodded vigorously, making you think that her head would come flying off.

"Let's start!" She said, opening the box. (Bear with me guys, I don't know much about make-up) She took out a strange, spongey item. "Now what the fuck do I do with this?" She muttered, squishing it in her hands. Mikasa sighed and snatched the paper, skimming through the words.

"It says that you open the bottle that says concealer-"

"Uh-huh?" Hanji murmured, opening the tiny jar with a liquidy, creamy substance inside.

"Put it on that thing-" Mikasa said, pointing to the spongey material.

"Uh-huh...." Hanji said again, dabbing the squishy thing into the cream.

"Then put it on her face until it blends in with her skin tone." Mikasa finished, finally looking up from the paper. "It's so all the flaws in your face do't show up." She added, seeing your eyes glance at the jar.

"Flaws?! Like what?" You asked as Hanji smeared it on your face. It was cold, making you jump slightly. "That shit feels weird..." You mumbled.

"Y'know, like wrinkles and stuff..." Hanji murmured, a bit distracted by her task.

"I don't have wrinkles!" You protested.

"I didn't mean that, I meant just... I dunno, things that people wouldn't find attractive." She said, smearing the cream all over your face, like some sort of mask.

"Hanji, you can clearly see the streaks, you have to rub it in so it looks like her face, and not paint." Mikasa said, taking the sponge from Hanji, and taking over her job.

"It's kind of like paint." You said with a smirk.

"Shhhh, stop moving your mouth." Mikasa ordered. You obediently stopped talking, and you closed your eyes.

"Alright, what's next?" Hanji said, staring at the paper. "Something called blush?"

"I already have plenty of that." You said, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"What color would Levi like?" Hanji said, holding up two tiny jars. One was a bright red, while the other was pink.

"Please don't put that bright red one on me." You said.

"Pink it is then!" She said, tossing the red one over her shoulder and opening up the pink one. She took out a fluffy looking brush, and brushed it along the powder. "How do I use this, Mikasa?" She asked.

"You draw little circles on her cheeks, but not too much." Mikasa said, inspecting the paper. Hanji leaned forward and swished the brush along your cheeks, making them slightly pink. "I think that looks good." Mikasa said, looking up from the paper and setting it on her lap.

"Whats next?" Hanji asked, snatching the paper from Mikasa's grasp. "Eye liner and eye shadow." She said, opening a compartment of the box to reveal many colors. "What color would Levi like..."

"Nothing to happy, I'm sure of that." Mikasa said, leaning over slightly to stare at the colors.

"So... no orange?" Hanji said, pointing to the extravagant color.

"What about this dark grey?" Mikasa said, pointing to it.

"Okay, guys, do I have a say in this?" You asked, trying to look at the colors.

"No." They both said.

"We'll know what looks best on you, while you know what you want." Mikasa said matter-of-factly. "We're going with grey, and I'll do it this time." She said, taking a little stick on the tray of the compartment. It was small barely the height of a finger, with a spongey end on both sides. She dabbed it in the grey. "Close your eyes, and don't squint." She ordered.

She started brushing it along your eyelid, and you could feel the remains of the cool dust-like substance on your skin. A few minutes later, she finished both eyes. "Open." She said. You opened your eyes, revealing Hanji's excited expression and Mikasa's slight smile. "Now this next part is not going to be fun." Mikasa said, getting a pencil-looking object.

"Oh god, what is that?" You asked as she started moving towards your eyes.

"It's eye-liner. It makes your eyes stand out more. Now shut up and look up at the ceiling, before you get stabbed." She said casually. You quickly stopped asking questions and stared at the blank ceiling above. You felt something cold press against the very edge of your eyelid, making your eyes water.

"Ow! Stop, don't do that!" You hissed, wiping away at the water.

"We have to do it, now don't be such a girl and just go through with it!" Hanji said. You sighed and looked back up at the ceiling. Mikasa kept applying the weird pencil's coloring to your eyes, as you tried to get your eyes to stop watering.

"Okay, done." She said, placing the pencil back into the box. You groaned and shook your head.

"I'm not doing that again." You muttered.

"Last thing, this lip-stick thing!" Hanji said, holding up a tube. She took the cap off, revealing a stick of a pink-ish color. "We put this on your lips to give them more color." She said.

"Is it going to hurt?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, now open your mouth slightly." She said. You did so, and she ran the stick along your lips, making it leave a streak of color behind. Once she was done, she clapped her hands together and smiled, stuffing the tube back into the box. "Levi's going to want to-"

"I don't need to hear that!" You said, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Can I leave now?" You asked.

"Ha! Not wearing that!" She said, motioning a hand to your uniform. She stood up and placed the box on her dresser.

"What's wrong with it? It's my uniform." You asked, looking down at it.

"Yes it is, but it's filthy, and there's some blood on it." Mikasa said, standing up as well.

"Don't worry, I have this for you." Hanji said, throwing some black cloth at you. You fumbled with it, until you held it in front of you, revealing a knee-length sparkly black dress.

"I am NOT wearing a dress." You said, tossing the thing back at her.

"Oh, yes you are." Hanji said, throwing it back at you.

"No I'm not." You replied, throwing it back.

"(f/n), put the damn dress on!" Hanji said, tossing it back.

"Hanji, I'm not going to-" Mikasa grabbed you by the arm and threw you in the bathroom before you had the chance to throw the dress back at Hanji. You sighed and started taking off your uniform. Once you had the dress on, you opened the door and stood in front of them. "Okay I put it on, can I leave now?"

Hanji's smile grew even wider, if that's even possible. "One more thing." She said. You sighed, staring at the ceiling. "We need to brush your hair, it's all... tangled..." She said, grabbing you by the arm and sitting you back down in the chair. She handed a brush to Mikasa, and kept one for herself. They took your (h/c) hair out of it's (ponytail/bun, your choice between the two)and started brushing it.

"Why do you like Corporal Shorty, (f/n)?" Mikasa asked from behind you.

"Well he's brave, and strong, and he seems to be hiding his actual personality, which makes him mysterious, and he's... quite handsome.. and-"

"And he has a big dick." Hanji interrupted from behind you.

"Hanji!" You said, face flushing. You heard Mikasa laugh from your right side.

"What? I've seen him get a boner when he stares at you, but I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, so shhh." She said, as if her comment was absolutely normal. "Okay, you're done!" She said, stepping away from your now silky hair. She let you step in front of a mirror that she had.

You smiled at your reflection. "Thank you, both of you." You said, turning back to them. You saw them both exchange a glance, Hanji giving Mikasa and large, creepy smile, as Mikasa gave Hanji a slight smirk. "What're you guys-" You were once again interrupted as Mikasa clamped a hand over your mouth, and they both dragged you out the door. "MIKASA, HANJI! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?" You screamed into her hand.

"Shhhh, we're taking you to Levi's office." Hanji said, looking down at you from where she was hauling you up a flight of stairs.

"WHAT-"

"Shhhh!" Mikasa said. They suddenly stopped and Hanji knocked a few times on a door. Your heart increased it's pace, pumping faster than it ever had before.

"Who is it?" You heard a voice from the inside.

"It's me, Shorty!" Hanji called.

"Go the fuck away, shitty-glasses." Levi said from the inside.

Hanji was silent, before she bent down to whisper in your ear, "You're going to have to take this on your own. Good luck!" You gave her a terrified look, and glanced over to Mikasa, who had her hand on the doorknob.

"Have fun, (f/n)." She said. And with that , she threw open the door as Hanji pushed you inside. Before you got the chance to turn around, they slammed the door behind them, leaving you inside of Levi's office. You turned around from where you were facing the door, and saw Levi seated at his desk.

"What did I just say, Han-" Levi started, looking up from the papers in his hands. He stared at your appearance with an eyebrow raised.

"H-hello S-sir." You said, keeping your hands behind your back. He stared at you for a bit longer, looking at you from your head to your feet. He finally stood up and walked over towards you. He was slightly taller than you, so he looked down at you once he was close enough for your chests to touch.

He lifted his hand, and ran a finger down your cheek. He lingered there, before looking at the tinge of pink that remained on his hand. He tch'd before dropping his hand, and looking down at your dress. "What are you wearing, cadet?"

"N-nothing sir." You said, staring at his grey eyes that were skimming along your body.

"Well this is more than nothing, (f/n)." He said, locking his eyes with yours. You felt a tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, making you feel a bit self-conscious. You raised your arms up to fold them across your chest. He gripped each of your wrists with his hands, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.

"Don't cover yourself." He whispered, sliding his hands down to your palms. He looked at you once more, up and down before smirking. "Are you trying to impress me, brat?" He asked, looking back at your face.

"It depends sir, what do you want my answer to be?" You asked. You mentally slapped yourself right after you said it, seeing Levi's smirk become into a slight smile.

"Well, what would you be trying to impress me for?" He asked, snaking a hand around your waist and dragging you forward slightly. You gasped lightly, and set a hand on his chest, trying to steady yourself from the sudden movement.

"I-I don't know, sir." You said, looking at his eyes. You could detect the slightest smile forming on his lips as he placed another hand on the back of your neck.

"Are you sure it wasn't for this?" He asked. Before you could reply, he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a shuddery breath from shock, and you heard him chuckle against your lips, and open his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss. You raised your other hand to his chest, gripping the collar of his jacket, and pulling him closer. He smirked against you and ran his fingers into your hair. You finally came out of your frozen state, and began to kiss him back slowly. He bit down on your bottom lip gently, earning a soft sigh from you.

"IT WORKED! WE DID IT!" Hanji squealed, flinging the door open. The door just happened to hit you from behind, causing you to fall on top of Levi. Caught by surprise, he wasn't ready for the sudden impact, and you both fell down on the floor. "Oops. Sorry you two." She said, helping you up, but forgetting about Levi.

"You were behind this?" He asked, standing up on his own and brushing off the invisible dust that was on him. His room was completely spotless, making you wonder if there was any dust at all.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't enjoy it!" She said, waving her hand as if dismissing the subject. "I'm not the only one! Mikasa helped too!" Mikasa walked in with her arms crossed, and a bored expression.

"Hanji, I'm going to-" He started.

"Oh are you angry that I interrupted you? Don't worry I'm about to leave!" She said, ushering Mikasa out the door. She softly closed it behind her. Levi sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"SHORTY HAS A GIRLFRIEND!!!!!" Hanji screamed, and you could hear her repeating this message as she ran down the hallway.

"So you did all this just to impress me?" Levi asked, hugging you from behind. You placed your hands on his arms, and looked behind you.

"Maybe." You whispered.

You felt something damp against your face, and you turned the other way to see a washcloth in Levi's hand. "Next time, don't put that stuff on to impress me. You look beautiful just the way you are." He said, turning you around so he could scrub off all of the colors on your face. He finished, and tossed the cloth off to the side. "Now, get to bed. It's late." He murmured. He bent down, and brushed his lips against yours. You started leaning in, but he pulled back before you got a chance to come into contact with him.

"Maybe tomorrow, if you still want to impress me then." He whispered with a smirk.