Come on, I thought. Just two minutes left.

My gaze refocused from the clock to settle on the whiteboard. Nothing new had been written. My literature teacher was just prattling on and on about the homework he'd assigned. It was a worksheet with questions we were supposed to do after reading a chapter in the book we'd been given.

A few multiple choice, a few open-ended, and a short essay. It was pretty self-explanatory. We didn't need another explanation on it. Especially not an explanation that lasts ten minutes. I mean, honestly, the damn man didn't need to go through each and every question. I'd already read the chapter too, so all I had to do was answer them.

It was a fairly straightforward chapter, too...

My elbow was on the desk, my chin propped up in my hand. I held back a sigh. The last thing I needed right now was to be held after class for having an attitude, for being too eager to leave class.

My eyes returned to their dutiful gaze on the clock.

One more minute left.

Through the teacher's prattling and the slow, methodical movements of the students to discreetly pack their things away, I couldn't quite hear the ticks of the clock hand moving, but my eyes were trained to it, counting the seconds in my brain.

Forty seconds left.

Then again, the clocks in the school weren't exactly uniformly set, anyway. They were analog, which obviously left room for human error. It might actually only be twenty seconds until the bell would ring. Or maybe there are still five minutes left in class. God, I would hate that. I can't listen to him speak for another minute, let alone five.

Lost in my thoughts as I was, my eyes had glazed over, and I'd lost track of how many seconds had gone by. Shit.

The bell rang. I sat straight up, nearly knocking my things from their carefully constructed stack. I hurried to gather my things into my arms before standing. Before I could take even one step towards the door Hange was at my side, smiling widely and waiting for me.

I couldn't get a single word out before Hange was chatting my ear off about what their plans were for the weekend. While I hadn't wanted to hear the teacher prattle on and on, listening to Hange talk was marginally better.

We joined the stream of students hurriedly leaving the classroom at what was a rather leisurely pace. Classmates of ours brushed past us, hardly wasting the energy to look back and apologizing for jostling us. It was a Friday, after all, and everyone was in a hurry to get home.

As for me, well... I still had to walk home, so there wasn't really a big rush there. Though it was chilly, so... maybe I'd walk quickly today. Maybe. Perhaps not. That would take a lot of effort. Effort I wasn't sure I wanted to spend after such a horrible physical education class this morning.

I nearly shuddered thinking of it. Sure, I understood the necessity of fitness tests, but training to run a mile was something I could do without. When would I need to specifically run a mile? Ah, well. At least Levi dragging me everywhere meant that I needed to run quite a bit. And that was the only practical application I could think of for it.

"Say," Hange mused, "wanna go for ice cream?"

"Hange, it's going to snow this weekend," I said. "Is that really-"

"A good idea? Of course it is! Haven't you ever had ice cream on a cold day?"

"I don't think so," I said, somewhat sheepishly. Was it something normal, then? Was I actually missing out? "Where I grew up, we didn't really buy ice cream during the fall and winter."

"Oh, that's sad," Hange said through a sigh, before perking up. "But it's perfect this way! It all works out! Let's go get ice cream!"

"Not today," I said. "I've got a math exam on Monday morning so I really need to get all the homework I can tonight done so I can use the weekend to study. But maybe tomorrow we can go if I have time?"

"Oh, sure," Hange said. "But you're in Levi's math class, right?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"That class was a breeze," Hange said, and I had to snuff out my words as soon as they came to mind. I'd actually been struggling in that class, just a bit, so for someone to say they breezed through it, it kinda rubbed me the wrong way. I'm sure Hange meant nothing by it, but still...

"So, I can help you study!"

"Oh," I said, "maybe. Levi and I are meeting up this weekend to study together, but if we need more help, I'll let you know, ok?"

"Fine, fine," Hange drawled out. "You haven't mentioned having to really study before. Are you nervous for this one or something?"

"Something like that," I sighed. "I don't know. This last unit just hasn't really clicked with me."

"Maybe ask your mom for help, too," Hange suggested. "Didn't you say that she works as a math professor? If anyone can reteach it to you, it'd be her."

"True," I said, considering it. Down another hallway we went, the murmur of the other conversations around us all merging into one indecipherable mess. We walked quietly together, expertly dodging the hustle of other students and bustle of teachers trying to make their way to the office or to the lounge.

By now, we were about midway into the fall term. The summer had been warm, with lots of big storms followed by long bouts of dry heats. But when it made way for fall, it seemed to forget all about that season and skipped right through to winter weather.

It was an uncharacteristically cold autumn, with the leaves having very little time to fall from their branches – and for them to be raked up – before the first snowfall hit. Just last weekend we'd had that first snow, and because the ground hadn't gotten cool enough to account for the first big freeze of the season, it'd all melted quickly leaving everything muddy and gross.

The snow had served as essentially the preliminary warning to what I'm sure would be a long, hard, cold winter. We were likely to get snow this weekend as well, even though it was just now getting to the end of October. It was ridiculous, really. How were kids supposed to celebrate Halloween if they had to trudge through several feet of snow?

Regardless, the fall had been a rather disappointing one so far. The usual pretty scenery had been all but skipped over, and the usual pretty weather had been undermined as well. Quite frankly, it was bullshit.

We reached the hall where our lockers were and split up, going to our respective lockers. I had already reached the point in the term where I could open my locker with little more than muscle memory to guide my hands. And that was more than welcome right now, as I went through equation after equation, and theorem after theorem, that I would need for my exam.

It was strange. I'd had exams before. I mean, I'd been in school for nearly two full months now. I knew how quizzes and benchmarks and exams went. But this one in particular...

Something about this unit didn't quite... stick. Not yet anyway. Some of the ideas were just so weird that it was hard to get the hang of it. But Levi was good at math. And I guess I forgot that I could always as Mrs. Williams for help. And if it came down to it, I could call Hange, too.

It appeared I had quite the system in place to totally ace this exam. Because if I didn't...

This midterm was a big deal. If I failed, my grade would plummet. And I didn't want that. So I needed to get home as quickly as I could, to get my other homework done as quickly as I could, so I could focus on this review packet.

Lost in my thoughts as I was, I didn't notice someone come up alongside me while I packed my things up, not until they spoke.

"You're taking your time, brat," Levi said, leaning against the locker next to my own.

"But you're here waiting for me anyway," I said cheekily, glancing at him sidelong as I packed away another journal. "And what have I said about calling me a brat?"

"You don't like it," he recalled easily, "which is exactly why I still do it."

I rolled my eyes. "Asshole."

"Oh? And here I thought you needed my help to study. Maybe I won't use my time on someone who just insulted me."

"I know you better than to believe your feelings were hurt by something like that," I scoffed lightly. From out of the corner of my eye I could see his amused smirk. When finally I straightened up and set my bag on my shoulder after zipping it closed, I turned to look at him. "Ready to go?"

"Been waiting on you, so yes," he replied, watching as I closed my locker. I slipped my phone from my pocket, turning it on as I fell into step alongside Levi.

"Oh, shit," I muttered, slowing down again, and looking back over my shoulder. Levi tugged me closer to him, out of the way of incoming foot traffic, clicking his tongue with annoyance. "Hange wanted to walk with me home, I think."

"Too bad," Levi said. "If we're quick, they won't notice. Besides, doesn't Hange usually stay after with Moblit?"

"Even on Fridays?"

"You haven't noticed?"

"No, because you always insist on walking me home and refuse to let Hange do it."

"I can stop," he said smoothly, "if that's what you want."

My smile grew sly. "That's an empty threat and you know it."

"Is it? Fine, then. See you Monday."

And then he walked off.

No, wait. This wasn't right. He was supposed to say that it was an empty threat! He was supposed to make a moment out of it!

I hurried to catch up with him, grabbing his wrist to keep him close. I didn't need to look at his face to know that he was smirking, so I didn't. I kept my gaze averted, looking at literally anything other than him. I didn't want to hear him gloat.

But I did hear him chuckle, the sound light and easy to miss in all the chatter of the surrounding students. "That's what I thought," he said.

"Whatever," I muttered, keeping my gaze pointedly away from meeting his own. "I'm just surprised you'd even hint at making a lady walk home alone."

"You're not a lady," he said, his words holding no real heat yet making me gasp all the same.

"Levi," I said incredulously.

"I'm only joking," he said.

I huffed lightly. "I can never tell with you," I said.

"Uh huh," Levi let out, clearly unconvinced.

He then slid his wrist from my grasp, replacing it with his hand. We continued to walk together, down one hallway and into another. A teacher stepped out of her classroom just as we passed by, her eyes trailing over the crowd of students passing by. Her eyes zoned in on our hands, linked together as we walked.

"Hey, you two," she called out. "No PDA in the halls!"

Was she talking to us? I looked around curiously. Did holding hands count as PDA? I mean, when parents held their kids' hands, it wasn't PDA, now was it? It was just so that they wouldn't lose their kids. And knowing Levi, he probably thought he was liable to lose me in this crowd if we weren't holding each other. It had happened before. And so, as a countermeasure, we did this.

"Don't ignore me, you two! Knock it off with the hand-holding!"

Well, she could have only been referring to us, unless there was another pair of students holding hands. Levi peered over his shoulder, looking back defiantly at the teacher. I glanced back briefly as well but gently took my hand from his and slipped it into my pocket.

I didn't need us getting detention or something like that over something like this. I couldn't be sure, but this teacher was definitely one who would pass right over simple warnings and preliminary disciplinary measures and skip right to detention... or even suspension, if she felt like it.

She was, simply put, one of those hard-ass teachers who no one liked. I didn't have her for any of my classes, but I did have one that was the exact same way for my art class. It was a shame, too. Art class should have been fun. Instead, she made it an incredibly shitty one that I dreaded going to each week.

Anyway.

Levi wasn't too happy about what I did. His eyes that had been trained on conveying to the teacher how little he cared about what she said came to focus on me with an incredulous look. I kept my eyes carefully averted from his. Why was I suddenly so embarrassed?

He reached out to grab the sleeve of my jacket to assumedly keep me close. The crowd of students got a little more crowded then as we neared the doors leading out of the school. Though I still didn't say anything to him, I stuck close to his side.

And when we finally stepped over the threshold leading outside, using that same hand that was grasping onto my jacket sleeve he tugged my hand from my pocket. But then he noted my hesitance and hesitated.

"(Y/n)," he said. "Can I...?" I glanced warily over my shoulder. "Are you worried about getting in trouble?"

"Kinda, yeah," I admitted. "I don't want to spend my Friday in detention or have to do it next week."

"We're out of the school," Levi reminded me. "They can't control what we do now."

"I guess not," I relented with a sigh, still unsure.

"We don't have to," Levi said quickly, "if you don't want to." The pacing of his words was quick, but his tone was firm and aloof, as though the words didn't mean nearly as much to him as a passerby might have thought. But I wasn't a passerby, I was the person who knew him best.

And as such, I knew that the words – and more so the actual act of hand-holding – meant a lot to him.

So I smiled at him and tugged my sleeve from his grip only to replace it with my hand. He seemed surprised by my actions. I didn't say a word, knowing that he would withdraw back into his shell if I did, and he would go back to acting standoffish.

And I didn't want that. And so I didn't say a word.

At least, not immediately. "Levi," I said after a few minutes of walking in peace, "do you think we could study together today?"

"Aren't we already meeting up tomorrow?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"But?"

"But we used to spend all day together back at the orphanage. Now you suddenly think there's a limit to how much we should see each other?" My teasing words seemed to catch him off-guard. I smirked, the expression not quite as trained or well-used as Levi's was, but it worked all the same. "And here I thought you enjoyed my company."

"You're an ass," he muttered under his breath. "I never said we couldn't."

"Well then?"

"Your place or mine?"

"Um," I began. I wasn't quite expecting to get this far. "Yours, I think. And I'd need to ask my parents..."

Levi snickered. "Let's just stop at the park. They'd be fine with that, wouldn't they?"

"Usually," I said to him. "They're usually fine if I stop somewhere after school but they want to know if I go to someone's house just so they know. And as long as I keep them updated-"

"I get it," he interjected. "Here. Let's just stop here."

I hadn't realized we'd walked quite so far as to reach the park yet, but we had. It was a small park, its only notable assets being a small playground for young kids, a few picnic tables, and a baseball field further in.

There were, in this neighborhood, far bigger and better parks, but this one had perfect placement at about the midway point between the school and where we split up to head to our respective homes... which meant it was great for something like this.

We wasted no time in getting to a picnic table to set our things down. And similarly, we wasted little time in getting ready to work. And by we, I meant Levi, because I'd suddenly sported a huge smile and took off towards the swing set immediately after putting my things down.

"(Y/n)," he called out, momentarily stalling in his movements to retrieve his math work from his bag. "What the hell are you doing?"

I laughed as I reached the swings, my excitement getting the better of me. "If I'm going to spend all weekend worrying about this exam, I might as well have some fun while I can!"

An exasperated sigh escaped Levi as he stood from the bench and set his things down. He glanced around, as though to check if anyone else was here.

Luckily for him, though probably more luckily for me, there was no one here at the park. It was a chilly day, after all. We were the only two people stupid enough to spend time outside at a park right now.

It was lucky for me that no one else was here because if there was, he wouldn't be wasting his energy to humor me. Because that's all this was: I knew he did not want to play on the swings or even push me if I asked.

It was only because it was something that I wanted to do that he was even remotely willing to. Or perhaps he did want to, deep down, but I knew for sure that he would never do it if there was an audience.

He was far too... shy. Not only that, but he was aloof and snobbish in the eyes of those he did not know. Of course, only a few select people got to meet who he really was. But in the eyes of the public, he was standoffish and unfriendly.

But at the end of the day... he was still a young teenager. So here we were, alone in a park.

All the playground equipment was cold, and the air was dry, all signs of the impending snow that was to come later. And the ground was muddy, disgustingly muddy, so that my feet sunk in with each footstep.

I didn't let any of that deter me as I picked a swing and promptly lowered myself to the seat, smiling widely as I gripped the chains on each side of me. I pushed off, pumping my legs to get going. Levi, in the meantime, came to a stop several feet ahead of the swings, crossing his arms over his chest in an uninterested kind of way to watch.

"Still haven't grown out of this phase yet?"

He didn't need to be more specific as to which phase he meant exactly, because I knew he was only making fun of my insistence to – whenever I saw them – point out the swings at a park and if granted the chance, to run to them and use one.

He'd only ever noticed it during our time sneaking out of the orphanage. We'd gone to that park downtown a lot but one night, we decided to not just sit in that gazebo and instead explore a little bit more. And we'd chanced upon a playground.

Maybe chanced upon was the wrong phrase, because Levi had already explored that park when he was with his two partners before coming to the orphanage. But I'd been so excited to find that little playground, complete with a few old metal slides, monkey bars, and of course, a rusty swing set.

I'd run right to them and began to swing. Sometimes he would use them, and sometimes he wouldn't, but he would always look at me with an odd sort of look as I had my fun. And such was the case here.

He didn't look irritated exactly, and the crossing of his arms was only to maintain that façade of being far too cool to even consider using something so silly. There was lightness in his eyes, and the crease of his brow was less defined than usual.

My smile grew. He was enjoying himself; he just wouldn't admit it. "You just gonna stand there and watch?"

"Are you going to keep answering my question with a question?"

My smile morphed into a smirk. "What do you think?"

He rolled his eyes but there was a slight upturn to his lips now, letting me know that he was not upset. No, not in the slightest. Then again, was he ever upset with me? My heart warmed slightly at the realization. He never really was upset with me.

"I'll just leave you here," he threatened. But of course, I knew he didn't actually mean it.

"Empty threat," I teased.

"Last time you said that," he said slowly, his smirk growing, "I did leave, and you came running after me."

"Well, yeah," I said, "but I knew you were joking. I just wanted to kinda expedite the process. Instead of me pouting there waiting for you to come back, I decided to just skip over that and catch up with you."

"Uh huh," he said, clearly unconvinced.

"Come on, you sourpuss," I said to him. "Get on the swings!"

Maybe it was only because I asked him to, but he did. My smile couldn't grow any bigger even if I tried, and all because he decided to humor my silly request. He got on the swing next to mine, and immediately it became a contest to see who could go the highest without even so much as a word passed between us.

With my occasional laughter, the rhythmic squeak of the swings, and sound of wind rustling through the trees, there was very little to disturb the moment we found ourselves in. It was only when my legs began getting tired that I decided to slow, letting momentum do its thing. When I slowed enough, I dragged my feet through the woodchips, kicking them up along with plenty of mud.

"Done already?" Levi asked as I allowed myself just to sit and swing lightly from the movements caused by the wind. With the little bit of physical exertion, my temperature had risen, my cheeks now warmed. The chilly breeze now felt delightful, and I nodded to answer him.

My eyes slid closed, and I allowed myself to just enjoy where I was and who I was with. Aside from the sounds of nature and the occasional car going by on the road, all was quiet. Unfortunately, with it so quiet, it was all too easy for my thoughts to drift.

Instead of reflecting simply on how nice it was to be here, my brain got to thinking about what my plans were for this weekend. Right now, I was very clearly procrastinating. But later tonight, I was to do all my homework to get it out of the way and start on my review packet for the exam. Tomorrow... I was meeting with Levi again to study. He understood this damn unit far better than I did. And his grade wasn't in dire peril. And Sunday... more studying.

Maybe I could convince Levi to spend another day studying with me? Maybe. But I didn't want to ask too much of him or annoy him in any way.

That damn exam.

Just thinking about it now sent a flurry of nervous butterflies alight in my belly, and I stifled a groan before it could escape my lips. Just what the hell is it about this unit that I can't wrap my head around?

Above everything else, I was just worried. Worried about what a poor mark on the exam would do to my final grade. Worried of what a poor grade on a progress report or the end-of-term report card would mean for me.

Would I stay back? Would I have to go to summer school? Remedial classes and exams? Would I be kicked out of the school?

I had no idea how any of this shit worked. I mean, I'd only been in a real school for a few weeks now. I didn't claim to be any kind of expert, because I wasn't. I doubted that Levi knew the answer, either. But Mrs. Williams might. And if Levi knew anything, it would be how to ace this exam. Guess we better get to it, then.

But just as I opened my mouth to say that we should get to work, there was a gentle set of hands pressed to my lower back and I was pushed slightly forward, only to swing back. I fixed my grips on the chains after nearly falling out of the seat.

As I'd relaxed and got lost in my thoughts, I'd lessened my grip on them, not exactly having anticipated being pushed. When my eyes snapped open, I looked back, only to have them widen as an incredulous look overtook my features.

"Levi," I said, surprised, "why are you...?"

"I had a feeling you'd want me to," he said almost begrudgingly, continuing to push me whenever I swung back towards him.

"Actually," I said quietly, "I was about to say the opposite."

I'd not quite sure if I wanted him to hear it.

And I didn't want him to hear it because then he would ask what it was that I did want, and what I was about to ask him. And that would make me immediately tell him the truth, because never could I lie to him. And I would tell him about how what I wanted and what I was going to say were two completely different things entirely.

What I wanted was to stay here with him. Yet what I was about to say was that we should get going, perhaps just head home, because I really did need to start studying on my own because perhaps going over it once more would be all I needed to have it stick.

Unfortunately, he heard it. Because of course he did.

Me and my big mouth.

He reached up when I swung back, and instead of pushing me again, he grabbed the chains, to make me stop swinging. Jostled slightly, I held on tighter to the chains, lowering my feet to the dirt to help stabilize myself.

His eyes, ever so observant and ever so good at being able to read me, focused on mine. His gaze bore into me intensely, and I was worried for a moment that he might see all the way right through me and into my soul and into my brain to figure out what I really meant.

Though would that really be so bad?

I was just so worried. But how couldn't I be? The woman who adopted me was a professor, and of math, of all things. And I let my pride get the better of me and suddenly here I was, at risk of failing a huge exam all because I hadn't wanted to disappoint her or anyone else – or even myself – by asking for help.

It wasn't a good thing, I knew that, to not ask for help. But with the way I'd grown up, being the oldest of so many kids with their own needs and wants, I'd learned to put my own aside and help who I could.

I'd always felt bad about asking Ms. Fields for anything and to ask for help because I was supposed to help her. And now... well, it seemed as though that habit had stuck with me, and that's what led me to the predicament I currently found myself in.

"There's a difference between what you want, and what you should do," Levi said quietly, not daring to be louder than that for the proximity we shared.

He seemed to be waiting for me to reply, but I didn't know how to. If I agreed with him, he would expect me to explain myself, I was sure. But if I disagreed, he would lecture me until I saw it his way. I wasn't sure what was worse.

He pressed further only when he realized I wouldn't reply to him. "Am I right?"

I still did not reply. Couldn't he tell what I would say just by looking into my eyes? That's what it felt like, anyway. I could usually do it for him. And he'd always been able to do it for me. As far as that went, his skill with reading people was far better, and I'm sure that my eyes were clear windows when compared to his. Before his eyes were heavy curtains, and they were always shuttered, and the curtains drawn. But when he opened up...

"(Y/n)," he continued. "Can you answer me?"

"You're right," I said quietly, my voice nearly silent.

"So what is it that you want?"

I wanted him here, to continue pushing me on the swings. I wanted to continue having fun. I wanted to do well on that exam. I wanted everything to work out. I wanted Levi to lead a happy life. I wanted to lead a happy life as well. I wanted to... be with him forever, I supposed.

I flushed as soon as that thought entered my brain and I comprehended it. I averted my gaze and immediately felt my stomach sink as my eyes landed instead on the backpacks lying idle at the picnic table.

Before any of that which I wanted to happen could happen, I needed to study.

"I want to go home," I said quietly, finally bringing my eyes back to meet his own. Levi's eyes widened. My words had surprised him perhaps more than they had surprised myself. "I'm sorry, Levi. But please... I just want to go home."

Note: hello everyone! hope you enjoyed this week's chapters and the past few! <3

so, updates. as of right now, there aren't too many. by now, I'm sure you've all gotten used to the pattern, and recognize that these notes only come after the chapter before I take a week off from updating. the same rings true for this one. as such, the next update, chapter 16, will be released on sept 10!

there aren't too many updates or changes to make you all aware of, but I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on the book so far!

obviously, the rewrite takes certain elements from the original but a lot of it has been revamped to better reflect issues kids this age face. and for many kids, school exams ARE a big cause for worry.

and yes, I know, not everyone is bad at math. I'm quite good at it. this y/n isn't exactly bad at it either, which is why I leave it relatively open as to what math she is struggling with. for some people, pre-algebra is hard, but other kids (like me) took algebra and higher level math courses in middle school and struggled a bit. (what can I say? words are more my thing.)

still, the reason I leave it so open is to keep from making it too specific and turn readers away. I want this to be believable, and making this y/n struggle with, say, pre-calc is an experience only certain students face.

that's also why I leave mentioning appearance, like skin color and what you wear, and things like styling hair, to a minimum. I want to leave this as open-ended as I can and while I obviously have to make (y/n) say certain things and handle things in a certain way, I don't want to lump everyone together by mentioning how (y/n) styles herself, for example.

so other than she/her pronouns (and when I write the smut, it will mention having female bits), I want everything else to be inclusive to everyone, regardless of religion, race, fashion aesthetic, etc.

however, if at any point I do mention something accidentally that is too specific, or is not inclusive, please let me know.

otherwise, there isn't really much to talk about. how are you all doing? how are you enjoying the book so far?

as of right now, I have written through ch 29. with the rate I'm going, I'll hopefully finish writing the book by the time ch 30 gets released. at that point, I may switch to double updates and adopt a similar schedule to the one I used for Blue & White. for those of you that didn't read it as it came out, didn't read it, or just don't remember, I published on Fridays and Mondays of each week until the book was complete.

of course, I only consider doing double updates once the books I'm writing are done, because to write and publish at that accelerated pace is an incredibly difficult thing to do, especially when the chapters are as long as I make them and I've got school and my jobs to worry about.

so when that time gets closer, I'll have another update asking if that is something you guys would like. if not, I can continue with weekly updates. if we kept that up, the book would end on october 28 of 2022, keeping of course in mind that the date includes my breaks after each fifth chapter (though I may cut those, if the book's writing is complete).

anyway, those are our options, but we won't finalize those until further down the line.

as for the next batch of chapters, expect a lot of fluff and perhaps a twist you all might not enjoy. for those of you that read the first book, remember something about switching schools? if not, don't worry about it. you'll all get to read it soon enough~

regardless, I'm incredibly grateful that you all are sticking around for the rewrite so far and seem to be enjoying it. and to new readers, welcome! hope you're enjoying it so far! thank you all so incredibly much for reading. it means more to me than you'll ever know. love you all lots, and see you in the next one. <3

and, side note that may be an unpopular opinion but I just have to say it: Mappa Levi >>> Wit Levi. Yes, he's very pretty in S2 and S3 Levi is perfection in every way. but S1 Levi and Levi in many of the official arts just looks so... twiggy? I was comparing the official arts and like... holy shit, he actually looks like he's got muscle. weeks ago I saw a post from an art account that does a lot of AoT stuff, and the artist said she actually didn't like the new Levi? like who tf in their right mind would pick skinny-ass, twiggy-ass little S1 Levi over S4 thicc ass, big dick Levi??? excuse me???

anyway. I'm on a long car ride for vacation so leave some fun comments for me to read, pls and thx.

as always, thank you all for reading. see you all in the next update! <3