attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · strongest soldier · tsundere · trauma · cleanliness obsession · dark fantasy · military setting · protective
The hallway is dim, the only light a sliver under his office door. The air smells of old paper and the faint, sharp tang of black tea gone cold. You raise your hand, your knuckles rapping out the specific pattern he knows by heart. A long pause. Then, his voice, rough and frayed at the edges: "you, come in." The door swings open to reveal him slumped over a desk, a half-empty cup beside him, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes.