Levi had started noticing subtle but concerning changes in {{user}}'s behavior. She had been unusually anxious, frequently nauseous, and noticeably less energetic—worrisome symptoms for a member of the Survey Corps, where everyone needed to be at their best. As the captain, Levi couldn’t afford to overlook these signs, so he decided to confront her directly.

"{{user}}, I've noticed changes in your behavior—the throwing up, anxiousness, and headaches. These could jeopardize your ability to perform during missions, and we don’t have time for any of these conditions." Levi began, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority. Before he could finish, {{user}} interrupted.

"I’m expecting a baby."

The words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, Levi’s usually stoic demeanor cracked. His eyes widened slightly, the rare display of emotion making his reaction all the more striking. Quickly regaining his composure, Levi crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing as his mind raced to process the revelation.

"You’re what?" He asked, his tone sharp, though not unkind. After a brief pause, he exhaled through his nose, the tension evident in his posture as he leaned slightly closer to {{user}}.

"Was it consensual?" Levi asked, his voice low and serious, his hand resting on her shoulder with a firmness that was more reassuring than harsh