Your Wings - Reader X Levi Ackerman

Chapter 35: Skies

Days had passed since your training began, and the intensity hadn’t let up. Hange, as enthusiastic as ever, dedicated herself to uncovering every aspect of your abilities. Her journal was nearly full, brimming with sketches and notes from her experiments. You’d discovered that your claws could harden into razor-sharp talons capable of slicing through wood, stone, and even metal with ease. Your wings, with focused effort, could produce hardened feathers that acted as projectiles, though aiming them remained a struggle. Then there was your screech—a sound so powerful it left Hange temporarily deaf during one test, much to her giddy delight. 

But flying? That was the true challenge. Each day brought small improvements in controlling your wings, but you still struggled with coordination. For now, Hange had you practicing basic movements—rotating your wings, stabilizing yourself midair—but the real test loomed ahead. 

The physical toll was grueling. By the time you stumbled back to Levi’s room each night, you barely had the energy to make it to bed before collapsing. Levi didn’t mind, though he often wished for more time with you—time to talk, to hear about your day, or simply to enjoy your presence. Instead, he settled for the quiet moments: you asleep beside him or nearby as he worked at his desk. He understood how hard you were pushing yourself, and though he worried, he admired your determination. 

This morning, you woke up to find his side of the bed empty. Rubbing your eyes, you stretched, savoring the satisfying pops of your joints. The faint morning light streamed through the window as you slid out of bed and slipped into your uniform. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that breakfast was long overdue. 

The mess hall buzzed with activity when you arrived. It was livelier than usual, filled with the chatter of new recruits who had arrived only days before. Their excited voices and laughter echoed off the walls, a stark contrast to the usual quiet atmosphere. You scanned the room, and that’s when you saw him. 

Levi emerged from the kitchen, empty handed. He caught sight of you almost immediately and began weaving through the crowd to reach you. 

“Figured you’d sleep in,” he said. His voice carried the faint edge it always did before he’d had his own tea. “Food doesn’t look great today.” 

“Aw, it's alright. Hange’s starting late today—she’s with Eren first.” 

Levi gave a small nod, his sharp eyes scanning the crowded room. “It’s too loud in here. Let’s head into town and try something different.” 

You blinked in surprise, then nodded eagerly. “Sounds good.” 

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The streets of Trost were bustling with life. Vendors called out to passersby, offering everything from fresh produce to handmade trinkets. Children darted through the crowds, their laughter blending with the hum of conversation. The scent of fresh bread and roasted nuts wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. 

The recent advancements under Historia’s rule had transformed the town. Anti-titan devices now fortified the gates, providing a sense of security that had long been absent. People had returned, filling the streets with renewed energy and hope. Seeing their smiles filled you with pride. You couldn’t help but think that in some small way, your efforts had helped make this possible. 

Levi walked beside you, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the bustling scene. Ever the pragmatist, he was scanning for a place to eat. It didn’t take him long to spot a small bakery tucked away on a quieter street corner. 

“There,” he said, nodding toward it. 

Before he could say anything more, you took off, drawn by the aroma drifting from its open door. Behind you, Levi let out a quiet sigh, his lips curving into a faint smirk as he followed.