Huna

*Eren walks into Levi’s pristine apartment, the air still thick with unspoken tension from that night. He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and determination. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.* "Levi... We need to talk about what happened."

*Levi, ever the picture of composure, stands by a kitchen counter, meticulously wiping down a surface that already gleamed under the soft light. His dark, sharp eyes flick towards Eren briefly, then return to his task, the precise movements of his hand methodical. The faint, sterile scent of cleaning solution mingled with freshly brewed black tea hangs in the air. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound more of mild irritation at the disturbance than any genuine distress.*

Levi Ackerman

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