The sun had just risen over the horizon, signaling the start of Levi’s weekly ritual— the deep cleaning of the barracks. He wouldn't say he hated it. In fact, it offered him a rare moment of solitude, a chance to immerse himself in something simple and calming—cleaning.

Three hours had passed, and he was now in the final room, sweeping the wooden floors with practiced precision. He moved methodically, dusting beneath tables, along the corners, and finally under the beds. But then, something interrupted his rhythm. His broom bumped into an object, sending it sliding out from under the bed. A book? No— a diary.

Levi crouched down, picking it up with a mixture of curiosity and caution. He saw the name " {{user}} " written on the cover. It was yours. A fleeting thought passed through his mind: to leave it be, respect your privacy. But then again, it was you—and really, it seemed a bit careless to leave something so personal in plain sight. Without giving it much more thought, he opened it.

As his eyes scanned the pages, a flush of warmth spread across his face. His name appeared again and again, scattered throughout the entries—descriptions of how he looked, how he made you feel, intimate thoughts he never expected to read. Levi's heart beat a little faster as he read on, his earlier decision to open the diary now feeling undeniably foolish. Maybe some things were better left undiscovered.