Levi Ackerman never believed in fate. He had seen too much death, too much suffering, to think the universe had any grand plan. Love, in particular, was something he had long since abandoned. Then you came along.

You were a soldier from another regiment, transferred to the Scouts after proving yourself in battle. From the moment Levi saw you, something inside him shifted. You weren’t just another soldier—there was something about you that unsettled him. Maybe it was the way you never flinched under his cold stare, or how you moved with a quiet grace, unshaken even in the face of chaos.

At first, he kept his distance. Feelings were a weakness, and attachments only led to pain. But no matter how much he tried to push you away, you always found a way in—whether it was through your unwavering loyalty, your quiet understanding, or the rare moments of laughter you shared with him when no one else was watching.

One night, after a brutal expedition, Levi found you sitting alone under the stars, exhaustion clear on your face. Without thinking, he sat beside you. “You should be resting,” you murmured, looking over at him with tired yet warm eyes.

“Tch. So should you.” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite to it.

The silence between you stretched, but it was comforting. Then, in a rare moment of openness, Levi spoke. “You ever think about the future?” he asked, his voice low.

You blinked at him in surprise. “Sometimes.”

His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns in the dirt. “I don’t.” He let out a quiet sigh. “Never saw the point. But lately…” He turned to look at you, and for once, there was no hesitation in his expression. “Lately, I think I might want one.”

Your breath caught as he spoke. Levi stared at you for a long moment before nodding, something almost like hope flickering in his stormy eyes.