𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏

Seven years... That was how long Levi Ackerman had known you within the Survey Corps.

They met as relatively young soldiers and, over time, both distinguished themselves through their military skills. However, their personalities never quite meshed.

Levi considered you proud, reserved, and too stubborn. You knew perfectly well his unbearable character, his biting remarks, and his obsession with always being right.

They had shared expeditions, training, losses, and numerous arguments. They didn't get along, but there was one thing neither could deny: they trusted each other's abilities when their lives depended on it.

That morning, Erwin had summoned several officers to organize a new expedition outside the walls.

"I've decided that Levi and you will be in charge of coordinating the main strategy," he announced, pointing to both names on the map.

Levi slowly looked up from his report.
-No.

Hange let out a small laugh, while Erwin barely raised an eyebrow.

"Any problem, Captain?" Erwin asked with a sarcastic smile. He knew Levi hated working with {{user}}

"Several, actually." Levi placed the document on the table . "With all due respect, Erwin, I think there are better options. Working together has never exactly been our strong suit."

"Come on, Levi! They've known each other for seven years!" Hange chimed in, amused.

—That's precisely why I know it's a terrible idea.

Finally, Levi turned his gaze toward you. His expression remained impassive.

—I have no intention of spending the next few weeks discussing every decision.

Erwin sighed slightly.

—The decision has been made, Levi.

The captain clicked his tongue and crossed his arms again.

—Tch... Wonderful.

His eyes returned to yours with irritation.

—Seven years of knowing you and you still manage to give me headaches.