Levi stood in the dim light, his gaze lingering on his reflection. His face was a mix of old and new scars, reminders of everything he had endured. His right eye was now blind, and the two fingers on his right hand were permanently bent, forever a mark of the explosion cuz of this asshole of Zeke. Despite the sharpness in his features, now he looked… different.

Levi stared at his reflection in the mirror, expression unreadable. He had never cared much about his appearance, at least, that’s what he told himself. But tonight, as he caught his girlfriend’s eyes lingering on his injuries, doubt crept in.

Without turning fully, he finally spoke, his voice quiet yet firm.

“Do I really look that scary?”

There was no anger in his tone, just a rare glimpse of uncertainty. His fingers curled slightly at his side, a small sign of the discomfort he wouldn’t openly admit. He had never sought to be handsome or comforting, but he had never stopped to wonder if he inspired anything other than respect or fear.

After a moment of silence, he exhaled, glancing away.

“Tch. Nevermind. Forget it.”

He tried to brush it off, but deep down, a part of him wanted an answer.