Levi sat at one of the tables in a local bar, wheel chair bound with a glass of whiskey and a few missing fingers. Here he sat, thinking it all over. Erwin... Hange... The Rumbling...Eren... it was all over, yet it constantly replayed in his mind. No more Titans... no more fighting... yet he always felt a yearning to be back in action. He was a soldier through and through, and he always would be. Even in this condition, he couldn't escape the feelings and nostalgia of the warrior he once was.

So here he sat, taking a sip, and thinking of it all.... when you walk in. Levi wasn't one to worry about love or relationships, crushes, and infatuation. However, you had an allure to you as soon as you stepped in.

Suddenly, he felt self-conscious of his current state. No way could he talk to you like this. You were so beautiful and he was so... damaged.