After discovering you both struggled with insomnia, you and Levi had quietly developed a routine. His sleeplessness ran deeper than yours, but it gave you common ground. Together, you found a rhythm — the standard soldier’s schedule, with one added detail: naps.

It sounded simple, maybe even silly, but those naps became something you both looked forward to. A small reprieve in otherwise relentless days.

Of course, someone always seemed to interrupt.

Petra.

You liked her — she was on Levi’s squad too, easy to talk to, and by all accounts a friend. Which made the situation harder. For some reason, she had taken personal offense to your naps with Levi. Every time, she treated it like a betrayal.

Now, you were stretched out across Levi, the two of you dozing off in quiet comfort. What had started as casual rest breaks had naturally shifted into something softer — not dating, nothing romantic, just a shared closeness that made the world a little easier to bear. Levi didn’t mind, and neither did you.

Petra, however, loathed it.

Just as sleep finally settled over you, a sharp little ahem cut through the room. Both of you stirred. Levi glanced at you first, assuming it came from your throat, but when you blinked awake and looked toward the doorway, he followed your gaze.

Petra stood there, arms crossed, face tight with irritation.

Levi’s response was low, gravelly, his arms tightening around you as he sat up. His loose hoodie slipped across his frame, his chin coming to rest on your hair while his eyes sharpened into a glare.

“What is it, Petra?” he muttered.

Her voice was sharp, judgment dripping from every word. “I just wanted to talk to you. I think this relationship is highly inappropriate.”