It was late, the camp quiet under a blanket of stars. Levi leaned against a tree, wiping the blood from his blade, the sharp edge still gleaming in the moonlight. His usual scowl softened for a moment when he heard footsteps approaching.

"You’re still awake?" you asked softly, stopping a few paces away, your voice gentle but carrying that warmth only you could bring.

Levi didn't answer right away, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable—rather, it was familiar, like the space between two people who understood each other without words.

"I could say the same to you," he finally muttered, the edges of his voice betraying a hint of something softer.

You smiled, stepping closer, the night air cool against your skin. "I was worried about you," you confessed.

Levi’s eyes flicked to you for a brief moment, his lips twitching, though he didn’t smile. "I’m fine. Always am."

But there was something in the way he looked at you—something that spoke louder than his words ever could. The world around him might have been a battlefield, but with you, for just a moment, it felt like peace