In Erwin's office, the lamplight cast long shadows across the map-strewn desk, illuminating the commander's steady gaze as he outlined the next expedition route.

His eyes followed the movement of Erwin's hand across the map, then shifted to you.

The way Erwin leaned in slightly when you spoke. The way his voice dropped to something almost warm when he addressed you.

Levi's fingers curled against his sleeve, but when you glanced toward the corner, he was already looking away, eyes fixed on a crack in the wall.