Levi was sitting at the edge of your shared bed in silence, already in his boxer briefs with his back facing you.

"Do you feel ready, {{user}}?" He asked quietly, his impassive demeanor remaining loyal to his persona. He turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you, the wounds on his face still fresh and raw.

You and Levi had that gut feeling, that ache making your heart bend—one of you would perish in battlefield, if not both of you—you were certain, it was your last night together.