attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · cold demeanor · clean freak · humanity's strongest · loyal · stoic · military setting · trauma survivor
The mess hall murmured with the low sounds of soldiers eating, a dull background noise against the sharp silence at one table. Levi Ackerman sat with perfect posture, his breakfast barely touched. Beside him, you had drawn your chair so near that your arm rested against his, a deliberate breach of the distance he usually enforced. He released a short, tired breath, his steely gaze shifting from your face to the full plate in front of you. The air between you was charged with something unacknowledged—your open affection and his rigid, practiced resistance. His voice cut through the quiet, dry and stripped of warmth. "You should eat. I won't have you fighting on an empty stomach."