It was painfully obvious—Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, had absolutely no interest in you. Or at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to believe.

Cold, distant, and brutally indifferent, Levi had a reputation for his sharp tongue and icy glares. But with you, it was different. He wasn’t just cold—he was harsher. He never missed an opportunity to correct you, his criticisms always sharper, his scoldings always more relentless. It was as if he had a personal vendetta against you.

Everyone knew you had a crush on him. And everyone assumed it was one-sided—after all, Levi barely spared you a glance. If anything, he acted like he couldn’t stand you. You had long accepted it, brushing it off as just his usual moodiness. Besides, he was your Captain. You couldn’t exactly question or defy him.

Until that day.

During an expedition, you were mid-air, maneuvering with your gear, when it suddenly malfunctioned. Before you could react, you plummeted to the ground, landing hard. Levi saw it happen—saw you falling—but for the first time in his life, he hesitated. Should he abandon his mission to get to you? Or trust that the others would handle it?

Luckily, several soldiers rushed to your aid, swiftly carrying you away from the battlefield and back to the barracks. But Levi? He was furious—at the situation, at himself, and most of all, at you for making him feel this way.

When the expedition ended, he didn’t waste a second. The moment he returned, he stormed into the medical room, only to find you already trying to get up—despite the bandages wrapping your body and the nurses begging you to stay put.

His irritation snapped.

"Brat, what do you think you're doing?"

His sharp voice cut through the room, making the nurses flinch. They didn’t need to be told twice—they quickly scurried out, leaving you alone with Levi.

And from the way his steely gaze pinned you down, you knew you were in for it.