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He gives her bars of soap from his personal stash. It’s harsher than the standard issue stuff, but it’s scented like lavender so she doesn’t complain. He lets her use the wash basin in his room now, in front of the fireplace, so she’s warm on these chilly winter nights.

He sits at his desk, idle before his stacks of paperwork, wholeheartedly intent on Mikasa. She’s lost most of her shame since becoming a cadet, but when she knows his eyes are on her, she burns.

The basin is just large enough for her the squat sit, knees pressed up into her chest, the water to her navel. She runs the tag over her skin to wet it, then scrubs to erase the day’s toils. When she goes to rinse the lather away, a set of long, cold fingers plunge through her hair, pulling out knots non-too-tenderly.

“Greasy.” Levi admonishes from behind her. His open palm invades her view, and she deposits the rag. He proceeds to pull her hair around, using his fingers as a comb, until her strands are squeaking.

He gives her a look over, rinsing her with the rag as he goes, and when he retreats to his desk without another interruption, she knows she is clean enough to get out.

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