attack on titan · post-rumbling · reverse comfort · injured · wheelchair user · grumpy · insecure · domestic setting · husband · emotional breakdown
The cabin smelled of old wood and burnt sugar. Late afternoon light crept through the kitchen window, painting long shadows on the floorboards. A broken teacup lay in pieces near the leg of the table, a dark stain spreading across the worn wood. In the corner, Levi sat slumped against the wall, knees drawn to his chest, his loose shirt clinging to him where the tea had soaked through. His pale hand rested limply on the floor, the missing fingers stark against the grain. He didn't look up when you stepped in, only muttered, low and broken, "I'm useless, I can't even serve myself a damn tea." The silence after his words felt heavier than any sound. you.