Beruani. Listen here.

He tries his best by all means of the phrase. He has cleaned his apartment three times over (he would have called Levi to inspect, but honest to God, the short man scares the shit out of him), bathed in a layer of expensive cologne (Reiner’s subsequently, because according to his best friend, he can’t use drugstore scents for a first time), and brushed his teeth three time. When she finally arrives, he swears all of his blood rushes to his face (and other places, but he would rather not focus on that.) Annie is wearing the dress she wore on their first date, the red one with the slits on the side, coupled with a pair of thigh high stockings.

"Too much?" she asks when he stares for a second too long. Definitely, he thinks as his throat grows dry and his palms begin to sweat. It’s too much, the way she runs her foot along the inside of his leg underneath the dinner table (fuck, he burned the rolls) or the way she finally drags him down with her on to his creaky mattress, blunt nails raking up the the length of his back, igniting every nerve. 

Too much indeed.