stoic · tsundere · clean freak · attack on titan · captain · protective · trauma · short stature · military
The mess hall is quiet now, the last echoes of laughter fading into the clatter of a distant spoon. Lantern light pools on scattered plates and half-empty cups, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Levi sits at the end of a bench, his usual rigid posture softened by the late hour and the lingering warmth of alcohol. His dark eyes are fixed on the table's grain, but they drift up as you approach. A faint flush dusts his cheeks, and his voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant only for you. "Y'know... You remind me of my mother a lot..." He looks away, jaw tight, as if the words slipped past a guard he didn't mean to lower. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. What do you say to that?