Your Wings - Reader X Levi Ackerman

Chapter 2: A New Home

A rough nudge against your leg jerks you out of sleep.

"Oi. Wake up," a voice orders, low and gruff.

You blink your eyes open, disoriented. Your limbs feel heavy, the area hazy and blurred, like you're stuck between sleep and waking. Slowly, the figure in front of you sharpens—black boots planted firmly on the ground, dark pants tucked neatly into them. Your gaze travels up to meet a pair of stormy gray eyes.

He's shorter than you expected, but something about him radiates danger—like a knife hidden in plain sight. His pale face is sharp and impassive, framed by neatly kept black hair that falls over his eyes. He glares down at you with a look that could slice through bone, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"You deaf? I said get up." His voice is clipped, bored—but beneath the monotony is a subtle threat: You'd better move, or else.

Groggy, you sit up, rubbing your eyes. "Who... who are you?" you mumble.

A scoff leaves his lips. "I'm the one asking questions."

Before you can say anything else, two more figures step into view.

"Levi! What's the holdup?" A girl with wild red hair and sharp green eyes bounces over, full of restless energy. She stops short when she sees you, tilting her head curiously. "Oh? Who's this?"

The second person—a blond man with an even gaze—hangs back, scanning you from head to toe. He doesn't look as friendly as the girl. His eyes narrow, assessing you with caution. There's a tension in his stance, like he's ready to fight if you so much as twitch wrong.

"Don't tell me you picked up a stray, Levi," the blond mutters, his voice low.

"I didn't pick up anyone, Furlan," Levi snaps. "Found this one snooping around."

"You were on a roof earlier, weren't you?" Furlan asks, stepping closer. His tone is casual, but his expression isn't. "Watching us. Why?"

"I... I wasn't snooping," you stammer, trying to steady your voice. "I just—"

"Don't lie," Furlan interrupts smoothly. His eyes stay locked on yours, unblinking. "You were following us. So let me guess... you with one of the gangs?"

"I don't belong to a gang," you reply quickly. "I swear."

Furlan exchanges a glance with Levi, who gives a slight shrug, as if to say, They all say that.

"Where are you from, then?" Furlan presses. His voice is steady, calm—but the kind of calm that feels like the ocean before a storm. "People don't just wander into this part of the Underground by accident. So what's your story?"

Your throat tightens under their scrutiny. "I don't really have one," you mumble. "I've been... moving from place to place."

"Homeless, huh?" Levi's voice is as sharp as broken glass. "Then what were you doing following us?"

"I saw you flying around with whatever gear you were wearing earlier," you admit. "It looked... different from anything I've seen. I thought—maybe—I could talk to you. Or... join you."

Furlan's lips twitch into a faint, humorless smile. "So, what? You saw us, got curious, and thought it'd be fun to tag along?" He shakes his head. "People like you don't survive long down here if you can't explain yourself. You're lucky you're still alive."

Isabel nudges him with her elbow, frowning. "Oh, come on, Furlan. She don't seem dangerous."

"You don't know that," Furlan mutters, eyes still locked on you. "We've seen desperate people do worse. For all we know, they could be a spy—or bait."