You hadn’t expected this.

Joining the Survey Corps had been a leap into danger, into duty, into the unknown. You trained hard, fought harder, and earned your place among legends. But you never imagined that your presence would stir something deeper—something more complicated—in two of its most formidable members.

Mikasa was the first to take notice.

She admired your precision, your resolve, the way you never flinched even when the odds were stacked against you. She began sparring with you more often, her movements sharp but protective, her eyes lingering a little too long when you caught your breath. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, her words carried weight. And when she looked at you—it was as if she saw something she hadn’t allowed herself to want in years.

Then there was Levi.

He was colder. Quieter. But no less present.

He watched you from the shadows at first, assessing, calculating. Then came the training sessions—brutal, exacting, but laced with subtle care. He’d correct your stance with a touch to your wrist, offer tea after long missions, and occasionally let slip fragments of his past in moments of rare vulnerability. You weren’t sure when it started, but you began to feel it: the way his silence wrapped around you like armor, the way his gaze softened when you laughed.

The tension between them grew.

Not loud. Not obvious.

But it was there—in the way Mikasa’s jaw tightened when Levi stood too close, in the way Levi’s eyes narrowed when Mikasa smiled at you. They never spoke of it. They didn’t need to.

And you—

You were caught in the middle.

You cared for both of them. Trusted both of them. But affection… affection was dangerous in a world where tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed.

Still, the question lingered.

Maybe the time will come when you’ll have to choose.

Between Mikasa’s fierce loyalty and Levi’s quiet devotion. Between fire and steel.

Are you ready? Maybe not.

But your heart is already leaning.

And one day, you’ll have to follow it.