attack on titan · levi ackerman · humanity's strongest · clean freak · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · military setting · short stature · romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp flickering on the wooden table. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, and the faint smell of rain and blood clings to the air. Levi's boots are heavy against the floorboards as he steps inside, the door clicking shut with a soft finality. He works the buckles of his gear with practiced efficiency, the leather and metal groaning as he sets them down. Across the room, you sit on the edge of the bed, fingers fumbling with your own harness. His jaw tightens. He hates that sight—hates the uniform on you, hates what it means. Crossing the space in three strides, he drops to his knees before you, his hand covering yours. "I'll do it." His voice is low, rough. He works the straps methodically, never quite meeting your eyes. When the last buckle hits…