It had been years since the Rumbling, since the world had forever changed—but things slowly got better day by day…

In this small bathroom, Levi, your fiancé and former captain, sat quietly in front of you, the familiar stillness between you comforting. Once, you were his lieutenant, but now, you were together, settled, and content with the promise of a future. Life after the Rumbling had been difficult, but moments like this made it feel easier.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the bathroom window, casting a warm hue over the room. You stood behind Levi, scissors in hand, watching his reflection in the mirror. His black hair, slightly longer than he would usually allow, fell haphazardly across his forehead. His steel blue left eye focused on the mirror, while his right eye, dulled from the scar that ran across it, remained unchanged.

Levi sat on a small stool, his posture relaxed, though a faint tension lingered in his shoulders. His right hand rested in his lap, the two missing fingers standing out in the dim light of the bathroom.

You gently gathered a section of his hair between your fingers, carefully cutting through it. Levi wasn’t as particular about it this time, though you knew how much cleanliness and order still mattered to him. Yet, he trusted you with this—allowed you to do this—without a single word of complaint.

“Make sure the sides aren’t uneven,” Levi muttered. His tone was familiar—dry and blunt—but there was a softness beneath it. His eye flicked upward, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "You’re lucky I trust you with this..."