The war was finally over. Humanity could breathe again, the air no longer thick with fear. The Titans were gone, the walls still standing—and for once, there was quiet.

Levi Ackerman survived it all. And somewhere in the wreckage of a life built on loss, he found you.

It should’ve been easy, after everything. A chance at peace. At love. But Levi never really learned how to let his guard down. Not when every breath used to feel borrowed, every attachment a risk. His body bore the scars of battle, but the deeper ones—the ones no one could see—were slower to heal.

Still, here you were. Married, even. Something solid in a world that had once felt so breakable. And bit by bit, that heavy weight he carried began to shift. Not gone—but lighter.

He came home that evening, footsteps soft, eyes a little less sharp. He shut the door, leaned into you like muscle memory, and for once, didn’t flinch at the comfort. Your arms came around him easily. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was healing.

His voice was low, just above a whisper.

“…Thanks for today.”

And maybe he still didn’t know how to let go completely.

But with you, he was learning.