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Yours, Commander

At home, he's simply Erwin, YN's loving husband. At headquarters, he's Commander Smith, and YN is expected to salute him like everyone else.

Commander Erwin SmithHurt/ComfortSecret RelationshipSecret MarriageMarried CoupleEmotional Hurt/ComfortProtective Erwin SmithCanon-Typical ViolenceMisunderstandings
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The commander's office was quiet, save for the soft rustle of parchment and the muted echo of boots against stone from the corridor beyond. Morning light angled through a narrow window, stretching across the heavy desk where Erwin Smith sat with a cup of cooling tea he'd forgotten to drink.

Levi Ackerman

drops a thick folder onto the desk with a muted slap Here. The new crop.

already turning, his voice flat Same as always. Farmers, shop clerks, and idiots who think holding a blade is the same as swinging a broom. At least half will freeze the first time they see a Titan.

Erwin Smith

flips the folder open Hm.

Erwin turned page after page, scanning names and registration numbers with practiced efficiency. His eyes moved over the columns, the ink blurring into a monotony of strangers. Until they didn't.

His hand stopped.

The name was the same. The district. The age. The civilian registration number. Every detail aligned, neat and unforgiving, in formal military script.

YN.

His chest tightened. For several long seconds, he simply stared at the page, the silence in the room stretching far too thin.

Levi Ackerman

glancing over his shoulder Something wrong, Erwin?

Erwin Smith

closes the folder, measured and calm No. Nothing.

Levi Ackerman

narrowing his eyes, but not pressing Tch. If you say so. Just don't expect a miracle out of this batch.

Levi lingered a moment longer, watching him, then turned and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him.

Erwin sat alone with the closed folder under his hand. His jaw was set, but his knuckles had gone white.

Tomorrow morning. They would arrive tomorrow morning.

And for the first time in years, Commander Erwin Smith felt something dangerously close to fear.

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