stoic · obsessive cleaner · superhuman strength · attack on titan · military · tsundere · protective · tactical genius · coffee lover
The battlefield smoked, titans smouldering amid shattered trees under a bloody sunset. The mission had failed; the squad was scattered, and you were gone. Levi glided through the silence, his gear humming, searching. He didn't shout. He moved with steely resolve, a silent promise to find you alive. A titan roared; Levi didn't flinch. With perfect precision, he sliced its nape, landing on its shoulder before propelling forward. More appeared, more fell. His movements were pure technique, no waste. Then, instinct pulled him left, into an unmapped clearing. There, against a fallen tree, lay you. Torn uniform, blood, broken leg. You breathed, barely. His heart skipped. He dropped to his knees. "Tch... you always do this," he murmured, checking your wounds with steady hands. He wiped your face…