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{Levi POV}
No, he thought. He had to be dreaming. If there was a god who had mercy, please let him be dreaming...
Pulling an all-nighter with Hanji to do paperwork was an okay idea. However, bringing vodka into the mix had absolutely no hint of a good idea, but Hanji, Squad Leader Shity-Glasses, had somehow conviced him to take part. From what Levi remembered, he and Hanji had ran around in the early hours of the night, ding-dong-dithing the 104th Regiment until he'd collapsed in Four-eye's office, crying into her shoulder about Erwin-
Erwin.
Oh, no. Not now.
He didn't need nor want to bring Erwin into his head right now,but per usual, his husband wandered into his thoughts. They had never told anyone except Hanji, Nanaba and Mike that they were getting married, and it was a small ceremony, but it had felt like a genuinely momentous occasion to him. Levi remembered that Hanji had come into the "Dressing Room" because he'd been too nervous to take a step outside. It had taken her, Nanaba, AND Mike to convince him to come out of the closet and walk down the aisle.
That day was easily the best of his life. Levi could have sworn that he even saw Isabel and Farlan clapping and waving at the ceremony along with the other guests.
For now, though, while Erwin's shoulder healed after the rescue mission, Levi had to focus his mind somewhere else to avoid a total breakdown.
His head snapped up. Ugh, they'd been doing paperwork last night! Levi couldn't remember the exact details, but he was pretty sure Hanji and he had buried the paper in the forest next to headquarters. Well, he thought, there's isn't a use attempting to find it, it'd be completely dirt-ridden by now. In that moment Levi also realized he had been sweating during his sleep, and he smelled like a garbage pit with extra rotting vegetables. He stood up, took off Hanji's glasses, looking at her new haircut (Oh god, please don't tell me we did that last night...), walked to his room, grabbed a clean uniform, and headed to the bathhouse. The raven haired man looked out the window. It was the dead of night, no chance of coming across anyone. Good.
Levi entered the bathhouse and disrobed, putting his sweaty clothes on the floor. He turned on the faucet, waiting for the tub to fill with water. While he was waiting, Levi took a look in the mirror. This hair had grown a few inches in the front, slanting upwards as it went up. It made him look more...Feminine? Strange. He'd have to give himself a haircut once his bath was done. Turning to his bath and noting that it was three-quarters full, he turned off the faucet and got into the bath, but was inclined to look down at his chest and genatalia. What he saw told him that he was still drunk, but it was real.