Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Paradox (Pt.1)

Perhaps, the meaning of hell is subjective. 

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Being one of Scouting Legion's strongest soldiers, you have been known for being strict and harsh, just like humanity's strongest himself. Numerous scouts have feared you and they often consider themselves unlucky when they had to train under your supervision. Pushing someone to their limits, for you, is an effective way of exploring and finding out your own capabilities. And it is your responsibility to teach something helpful to these bunch of kids, luckily, some did exceed your expectations.

You are not as stern as you look. Of course, when in duty, a soldier must always be in composure. Dedication is one of your finest attributes. The passion of your heart has always been about saving lives and putting your own at risk just to save humanity. Commander Keith Shadis praised you himself, commending you for your very own skills and the characteristics that you possess. That was before Erwin was promoted as the next commander, but you had no grudge towards the man, you and him are great friends, along with Hanji and Mike.

The operation to seize the famous underground thugs was one adventurous and thrilling mission for you. Of course, not only did you get to fight along your buddies, but it was your first time in the underground, too.

Mike gripped the poor man's jet black hair with one hand as he pushed his face into the dirty puddle of water, you grimaced at the thought of how dirty the water could be as you slightly nudged your friend.

And that is your ultimate paradox. You are harsh person with a soft heart, and sometimes, you can't help but to feel guilty whenever you think you overdid a punishment or went too hard for an order. Your fingers are already used to your nails almost slaughtering your skin whenever you raise your voice on a cadet.

"Levi..." His cold voice screamed the disdain and irritation that he is currently feeling, you took the chance to walk past your friend's current position and stare at the faces of the captured people.

Steel grey slanted eyes greeted you the moment you stood next to Erwin. If eyes could kill, all of you would be dead by now. The girl with the red hair who's next to him looked a few years younger, while the taller man seemed to be the same age as Levi. Your little staring contest lasted for a few more seconds until your section commander decided to interrogate and 'blackmail' him to join the survey corps, in which he ultimately succeeded.

"Woah, he's strong!" Hanji exclaims, admiring the swift and calculated movements of the new recruits, particularly Levi. He obliterated every hindrance effortlessly, slicing through the dummy's nape deep enough, and the way he held the blades was quite peculiar.

"Yeah," You agreed, eyeing the man, "That's why Erwin encouraged them to join us."

The trio did not need training because they already excelled from the usage of ODM gear, to handling the blades and using their own strategy to fight. Days passed, one after another, it passed quickly like how arid leaves fall in the month of June.

Another expedition had commenced. You fought along Hanji, yet your instincts felt that something wrong is going to happen the moment dismal skies started to swallow the once clear empyrean filled with clouds and the color of blue.

Every slice, every splash of blood, every sting of pain, and every titan you kill makes up who you are. Drenched clothes sticked onto your body, a foggy view made it hard for you to navigate through the open field. What about the others? You thought.

"What's going o-" You were cut off when you saw Erwin trying to stop Levi from killing him. Sorrow and melancholia burned beneath the cold eyes of the raging man. He was mad as hell, the pain of losing the two people he only had was too much that he went berserk, how painful could that be?