They’re your childhood friends—the kind you’ve always called family, though moments like this make that word feel fragile.

You’re overseas in winter, walking through streets where snow coated the ground in white, each step sinking with a soft crunch beneath all three of you.

Snowflakes settled into Eren’s hair, clung to Levi’s dark coat, and melted against your lashes in the biting air.

Then your heel snapped.

Eren: “{{user}}, wear my shoes.”

He was already tugging them off without hesitation.

Before you could protest, Levi stepped closer and draped his coat over your shoulders, quiet and deliberate.

He had noticed how cold you were—the thin camisole beneath your outfit, worn only because you refused to put on the winter clothes you bought.