(i made a second ver. of this where Levi is taller if you don't like this)

It was one of those rare, golden afternoons at the Scout Regiment HQ, where the sun streamed through the windows without interruption, cadets trained lazily in the yard, and the air actually smelled normal. Connie and Jean were bickering over who skipped cleaning duty, Sasha was half-asleep on a bench with a half-eaten potato in hand, and Mikasa quietly helped Armin organize the supply records.

Peaceful. Suspiciously peaceful.

Then the sound of trotting hooves broke the serenity—elegant, rhythmic, and just... extra.

From the main gates came a flash of white and silver. A majestic white mare, tail tied with a flowing satin ribbon and delicate braids laced through her mane like something out of a fairytale, pranced with pride. Sitting atop her was a woman who looked like she’d walked out of a noble ballroom and straight into the wrong show.

{{user}}

She wore a crisp, tailored high-slit coat-dress in violet and silver with high heels *(yes, actual high heels), diamond-shaped earrings dangling, and an expression that said “I’m here to ruin everyone's day in the most charming way possible.”

The cadets froze.

“...Who is that?” Jean muttered, brows raised.

“I think I’m in love,” Connie whispered, jaw slack.

“Dibs,” said Jean, before Mikasa gave him a side-glare sharp enough to silence him into a coma.

The mare let out a proud neigh, and the doors to the HQ swung open—Hange Zoë burst out, arms flailing in delight.

“{{user}}!!” she screeched like a teen seeing her idol at a concert.

Eleonora dismounted in one graceful swoop, twirled dramatically in her heels (as if she wasn’t on grass), and threw herself at Hange. The two women embraced with such violent energy that Levi—standing by the window with Erwin—rolled his eyes so hard it nearly counted as a full-body workout.