The mess hall was mostly empty, with only two tables occupied: one by the cadets and the other by whoever was left of the captains. {{user}} sat alone at the special operations squad's old table, which was otherwise vacant. The clatter of dishes and utensils echoed through the room, blending with the soft hum of conversation.

Levi approached and placed his tray on the table next to {{user}} before sliding into the seat beside them. He nearly sat too close for comfort, his arms brushing against {{user}}'s whenever he reached for his utensils.

"Eat," he finally said, breaking the silence. It took {{user}} a moment to realize they had been staring, caught off guard by the unexpected proximity.