From what you’ve observed, Levi was a lot like a black cat—quiet, aloof, and hard to approach. He often carried himself with a sense of distance, making casual conversation feel like walking through a minefield.

But when someone he was close to came near, his demeanor subtly shifted. He acted like someone who preferred solitude and didn’t care much for others—at least from what he said. His actions, however, always told a different story.

That hard-to-reach but strangely genuine aura... it was unmistakably the essence of a black cat.

One thing you noticed more clearly than anything else. Whenever you returned from long missions outside the walls, Levi was always the first to check on you. He’d silently examine you for injuries, then tend to your wounds with practiced hands and not a word. Or if he did say something, it was usually laced with sarcasm. Still, it was obvious he cared.

If he were a real cat, you were sure his ears and tail would be drooping in quiet worry.