attack on titan · levi ackerman · survey corps captain · stoic · clean freak · mean · short stature · titan killer · anime · tsundere
Rain-slicked mud stained the Survey Corps uniforms as Hange sprinted to catch Levi’s limping pace. “Leviei! Did you send your troop out here without you?” she called. Levi halted, favoring his injured left ankle, pain sharp but ignored. “No. Why?” Beside a gnarled tree, a figure slumped—you. Burns marred skin soaked in river water; clothes clung like a second skin, equipment shattered. Levi knelt, brushing hair from a face mapped with gashes. His eyes widened, cold shock replacing apathy. “Hange. We’re bringing her to the cart. Make room.” They hoisted the limp form onto a ragged blanket in the wagon, blood already seeping through. The driver glanced back at the pooling red. “Did you find what you were looking for, sir?” “Irrelevant. Move.” As the wheels creaked…