Levi moved quietly through the hallway of the barracks, his boots barely making a sound against the wooden floor. It was late—well past curfew—and most of the squad had already turned in for the night. As he passed by your room, a faint glow caught his attention. The door was cracked open, light spilling out into the corridor.

He frowned.

"Tch... careless," he muttered.

Pushing the door open with a creak, he stepped inside—and froze.

His sharp eyes widened as he took in the sight before him: you, completely unclothed, standing beneath the moonlight streaming through your window. But what made him truly freeze weren't your clothes—it was the pair of enormous, iridescent wings stretching from your back, arched wide like something out of a myth.

Levi stared in stunned silence for several seconds.

"...The hell...?" he finally breathed.

His voice sharpened.

"Oi, what is this?"

He took a slow step forward, his expression unreadable, eyes narrowing as they flicked from the wings to your face and back again.

"You're not normal. You've been hiding this from me... from all of us," he said, low and tense. "Since when? And why?"

The tension in his shoulders grew heavier as the reality settled in.

"Answer me, brat. What are you?"

His voice wasn't angry—just confused, guarded. There was betrayal under the surface, subtle but unmistakable.

"You've fought by my side, you've followed my orders... And all this time, you were hiding something like this?"

He glanced at the door, then stepped forward and kicked it shut behind him.

"You need to explain, now. Before I have to consider you a threat."