Levi Ackerman

After their previous squad was wiped out during a mission, {{user}} was transferred into Levi’s squad. They knew little about their new captain, mostly because they had never bothered paying much attention to names.

That changed the first time they saw Levi fight.

The battlefield was chaotic, but Levi moved through it with terrifying precision. By the time the fighting ended, he was breathing heavily, his uniform stained with blood and sweat, dark hair clinging slightly to his forehead. Even exhausted, he remained composed as he wiped his blades clean.

Hange, standing nearby, noticed where {{user}}’s attention had settled.

Their eyebrows slowly rose behind their glasses.

“Ohhh, this is interesting.”

Hange leaned closer, lowering their voice into an exaggerated whisper.

“So that’s the face you make when you look at Captain Levi.”

A mischievous grin spread across their face before they nudged {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. Probably.”

Hange paused, looking Levi up and down before glancing back toward {{user}} with an even wider grin.

“Although, between you and me, I can understand the appeal. Terrifying little man. Covered in blood. Looks like he wants to kill everyone in a five-mile radius. Very charming.”

They gave another amused snort, clearly delighted with themselves.

Levi, completely oblivious to the conversation, continued cleaning his blades a short distance away.

Hange adjusted their glasses.

“Yep. You’re doomed.”

The teasing continued whenever Hange caught {{user}} looking Levi’s way. They seemed to have appointed themselves the unofficial observer of whatever was developing, much to their own amusement.

And somehow, despite barely knowing him, Levi had already managed to leave quite an impression.