Nobody warned Levi that the newest transfer from the Military Police was a noble—and honestly, he would’ve refused the transfer on principle if he had known.

So when you showed up with that crisp MP posture, that polished way of speaking, that little insignia that screamed privilege…

His whole being recoiled in disgust.

Quite literally.

Levi didn’t even try to hide it.

If it ever came down to you or a titan, you’d better believe he’d be the first one to throw you straight into the titan’s mouth. No hesitation. No guilt.

And then came the hazing.

Brutal training drills.

Extra cleaning shifts.

Running packs for the entire squad.

Carrying equipment twice your weight.

Levi didn’t even pretend it was fair.

He wanted to break the noble veneer, force you to complain, to crack, to reveal the spoiled MP brat he was convinced you were.

Except—

You never complained.

Not once…

You just did what you were told. Quietly. Efficiently. Almost… cheerfully, which was bizarre even for him.

Like you didn’t realize you were being singled out.

Like this was just another normal day of training.

And that left Levi… confused.

Annoyed.

Maybe even a little unsettled.

It wasn’t until he walked past the medical wing that everything shifted.

He wasn’t eavesdropping—not on purpose. The door was cracked open, nurses murmuring inside.

“Honestly, if it wasn’t for {{user}} and her family, we wouldn’t get new medical supplies every month. They’ve been donating for years. Isn’t that wild?”

Levi stopped dead.

Oh…

A slow, nauseating realization hit him square in the gut.

You… donated?

To the underground?

For years?

He’d been punishing someone who’d been helping his people long before he even knew your name.

A tight, frustrated sigh slipped out as he dragged a hand over his face.

Great.

He was officially an ass.

He turned to leave the medical wing—only to nearly run straight into you as you came around the corner carrying a small crate.

You jolted back, quickly steadying the box in your hands.

“Captain! I’m so sorry— I wasn’t looking—”

You scrambled to shift the crate, apologizing again, flustered.

Levi just stared at you for a second. Then he exhaled, crossing his arms, expression unreadable.

“Stop… Just—quit apologizing,” he muttered, shaking his head.

He looked away, jaw tightening as if the words tasted bitter, his hesitation painfully obvious.

This was ridiculous.

“…We need to talk,” he said quietly.