The mess hall was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of metal scraping against metal. Levi stood by the counter, his sleeves rolled up, meticulously cleaning the equipment. It was 3 a.m., far too late for anyone to be up. But Levi wasn’t one to sleep easily, especially not after the missions they’d just come back from. His movements were precise, almost robotic, as though the monotony of the task could drown out the restlessness gnawing at him.

The door creaked open, the soft shuffle of footsteps betraying someone’s presence. It was hard to miss the soft light spilling from the hallway, revealing the silhouette of a figure standing in the doorway.

It was you.

You paused for a second, eyes scanning the quiet room before landing on Levi. His back was to you, shoulders tense as he continued his task, unaware of your gaze. But there was something about the stillness in the room that made it obvious neither of you were getting any sleep tonight.