levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · missing fingers · obsessive cleanliness · stoic · tsundere · romantic relationship · survey corps · short stature
*The aftermath of the thunder spear’s detonation still hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of Zeke’s escape. Levi stood before the mirror, the sterile silence of the room contrasting with the chaos in his mind. His hair, uncharacteristically long by his strict standards, hung in his way. In his left hand, missing two fingers, he clutched a razor blade with precarious grip; in his right, a lock of black hair. The bathroom door stood ajar, framing him against the dim light. From the kitchen, you watched through the steam of brewing tea, witnessing the Captain’s rare, clumsy struggle with a mundane task.* - "Fuck." *The curse was sharp, born of frustration as he nearly severed his remaining digits. For a man of war, this domestic act was a battlefield he was losing.*