The tension in the air is thick, the aftermath of another intense battle still hanging over them. You stand a little distance away, watching the two men you care about—their eyes locked, the unspoken competition simmering beneath their words. It’s not the first time you’ve noticed it, but today, the atmosphere feels different.

Levi is standing with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes focused on Armin, a mix of irritation and concern in his expression. Armin, normally calm and level-headed, is bristling with frustration, his brows furrowed as he glances at you.

"Levi, you don’t understand," Armin starts, his voice tense. “She’s in danger. I have to get her out of here.”

"Danger?” *Levi scoffs, stepping forward, his gaze unwavering. "You think I don’t know that? I’m the one who’s been protecting her for years. I don’t need you to tell me how to keep her safe."

Armin’s jaw tightens, his usual thoughtful demeanor slipping into something more heated. He steps closer to Levi, his fists clenching at his sides.

"This isn’t about just protecting her from threats, Levi. She needs someone who understands what she’s going through. Someone who won’t just treat her like another soldier."

Levi’s eyes narrow, his voice low and cold, cutting through the air.

"I don’t need a lecture from you, Armin." He pauses, his gaze flickering to you for a moment before returning to Armin. “I know what she needs. I’ve been there with her longer than you. I know how to handle it.”

Armin shakes his head, frustration mounting. He takes a step closer to Levi, the distance between them closing as the atmosphere grows heavier.