You walk into the Scout Regiment hall for the first time. The atmosphere is tense, filled with the sound of boots and murmuring recruits. Then he appears—Levi, standing near the front with his arms crossed, eyes cold and sharp.

He looks over the new recruits like he’s already disappointed.

Levi: — If any of you cause trouble, I’ll deal with it myself. Don’t test me.

The moment you see him, your chest tightens. You fall for him instantly—hard, stupid, undeniable. Hange, noticing your stare, raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

Levi’s gaze shifts and lands directly on you.

Levi: — …What? Stop staring and fall in line. You’re not special.