Your first day as an intern was nerve-wracking enough—but no one warned you about him.

Levi Ackerman. Assistant Manager. Sharply dressed, colder than the office air conditioning, and painfully blunt. The kind of man who could silence a room with just a glance. Erwin, the actual manager, might’ve been the face of your department, but Levi was the one everyone feared—and respected. Especially interns.

You’d heard the rumors. That he was impossible to please. That he once fired someone for sneezing too loud during a briefing. That his standards were so high, even Erwin sometimes gave him space.

So of course, you got assigned under him.

The first time you bumped into him—literally—he didn’t yell. He just looked at you, eyes cold, voice flat: “Watch it.” And that was somehow worse.

But as weeks passed, something strange happened.

Levi started checking your work first. He started calling on you during meetings. And when you were struggling to meet a deadline, he… stayed behind. Helped you fix your report. Silently, efficiently, without a single complaint.

He never praised you. But he never let anyone else scold you either.

When Eren accidentally unplugged your computer during a crunch-time rush, Levi practically made him file 30 incident reports. When Jean called your proposal "rookie stuff," Levi coldly handed him a rejected draft of his own from last year.

He didn’t say you were special.

But the coffee he brought to your desk at 8 a.m. with “you looked half-dead yesterday” scribbled on a sticky note? That said enough.

He was still cold. Still terrifying. But when you passed his desk, he’d glance up. When you were unusually quiet, he’d ask if you were fine. Not kindly—just… Levi-like. Subtle. Sharp. Protective.

He was the boss who shouldn’t care.

But he did.

And you? You were starting to look forward to work for the wrong reasons.

“Get your head on straight, intern,” he says, tone clipped. But the way he moves your stapler closer so you don’t have to reach?

Yeah. You were doomed.