Levi sat on the rooftop with Farlan and Isabel, the stars shining in the inky, black sky. Another football game, another loss. Isabel smiled and turned to Levi.
"Levi-bro, aren't the stars pretty?" She giggled. "My mom told me the stars were family and friends who have passed on, and they look over and watch you as you sleep to be sure you aren't harmed."
"That's creepy. And stars are only balls of light." Levi sighed, closing his eyes. After all, if that were true, was his mother watching over him? Was she proud?
“I think it’s nice to believe.” Farlan replied, ruffling Isabel’s messy red hair. She yelped in protest, smacking Farlan on the arm. Levi looked up again, watching the little twinkling lights.
“Levi?” Isabel’s voice snapped him back to reality.
“Are you still frustrated about the game?” Farlan asked, looking at Levi with concern in his eyes.
Levi shot them the usual emotionless glare. “No.”
They were all silent. Suddenly Levi found himself smiling. “I’m not.”
Levi’s eyes flew open, immediately making him sit up and look at Farlan’s bed. The sheet and comforter were nicely tucked in, the pillows in order. There wasn’t a teenage boy sleeping in it, instead a very thin layer of dust lay on it. It was only a dream.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. He wanted to relive that dream over and over again. But to no avail, Levi stood, getting ready for another day he would have to march through.
Coach Hanje’s voice kept echoing throughout his head as Levi brushed his teeth.
“One day, I think you could be Humanity’s Strongest.”
Levi threw the toothbrush into the holder, running a hand through his hair. His gaze ventured up to the mirror, looking at his reflection. He was Levi. Captain of the Survey Corps football team. Only survivor of the car crash in Trost District, claiming six, precious, loved lives. Levi’s eyes trailed to the overlapping wing pendant he wore around his neck, with the name that was not his etched into the back of it. He was Levi Ackerman.
And he had to be strong for those who couldn’t.
Levi sat at lunch, sipping a portable mug of tea, when two trays slammed down on the table in front of him. His gaze wandered up to Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman sitting in front of him.
“Hey, Captain!” Eren smiled, green eyes bright. Levi’s eyebrows raised, eyes shifting to Mikasa. She shrugged, understanding her cousin’s signals.
“Hey brat.” Levi replied, eating another spoonful of stew.
“Uh, Captain, are we having practice today?” Eren asked, making Mikasa and Levi both look up at him in shock.
“Eren…” Mikasa hissed under her breath. Levi suddenly started chuckling a bit. Eren and Mikasa stared at him, eyes wide.
“Well, Jaeger, since you asked such a pointless and stupid question, eight laps around the track.” Levi replied, his chuckles subsiding.
“Wanna make it twelve?” Levi asked, raising an eyebrow. Eren rapidly shook his head no and started inhaling his bread.
Mikasa turned to Levi. “I can run it with him.”
“Mikaspha! I can pho it phy mphy self!” Eren cried, his mouth full of bread.
“If you’re so eager to, Ackerman, you can run twelve.” Levi replied, drinking his tea.
She sighed, picking up her spoon. “Yes, Captain.”
Levi rolled his eyes. These freshmen… He would have to make anyone else who thought he would cancel practice after the “incident” clean the bathrooms top to bottom.
The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over, and Levi gathered his stuff, dumping off his tray and walking to his locker.
Levi looked next to him, at the locker littered with the number 48 on it. Oluo’s football number… he looked away, not wanting to see that number again.
Science class was as insane as ever. Hanje smiled at Levi as he sat in his seat.
“Who will you be? The boy lost in the desert, or the strong person who overcame it?”
Hanje lead a class on biology and science, as she was obsessed with life and the human body. Levi found the class utterly useless, so he never really listened. After all, they got study guides and that’s all you needed for a test. Levi turned to his left. Sasha and Connie were eating food they snuck in, Moblit was paying attention, and Armin was reading a book. On his right, Jean was flirting with Christa, Marco was telling him to stop, Mikasa was doing origami with her notebook pages, and Ilse Langnar was writing in her little journal with notes about class.
Hanje knew better than to call on Levi in her class. He would always reply with, “Ask a stupid question get a stupid answer.” But Hanje noticed that Levi was alone. There were five tables in the room, and with the school being relatively small, the four grades mixed classes. There was Sasha and Connie, Armin and Moblit, Ilse and Nifa, Mikasa and Christa, and Levi.
That’s right… Hanje suddenly realized. Eld used to sit next to Levi…
Hanje continued on with the lesson. She had already done everything she could. She was very confidant that the black haired teen would be strong, and escape the confining desert, though he would be alone, it wouldn’t be for long.
He would never be alone.