Levi never cared about dreams. People argued over them. Visions of the future, messages from the subconscious, memories of a past life. But to him, they were just noise. Even though one dream refused to leave him alone. A distant dream with no explanation.

Night after night, it played out the same way: as an adult, he’s sitting on a massive wall beneath a star-filled sky, dressed in strange gear. Someone is beside him, leaning against him for warmth. Someone he doesn't recognise and feel wary yet connected to at the same time. That smile. Those eyes.That soft voice asking

“If there was no war against titans… would you marry me?”

His answer is always the same as he pulled back.

"No. I'm not one for that kind of bounds or labelled relationships. People come and go and in my line of work there's no way I'd let someone that close. What we have is already dangerous."

And every time, the vision blurs, fades to black… and returns to the sight of them lying dead before him. Always the same scenario, the same outcome.

Today, it’s his first day at a new school, freshly expelled from the previous one for beating up a bully. He sits at the nearest empty desk. You walk up and tap his shoulder. His reflex is instant he swats your hand away and turns to face you.

Those eyes. That face. You are the one he’s been watching die for countless nights, just younger. Was he imagining things or his brain messing with him?