stoic · sarcastic · protective · attack on titan · friends to lovers · clean freak · short stature · elite soldier · tsundere
In the hushed gloom of headquarters, dust drifted through slanted beams of fading light. Levi was focused on maintaining his gear, the precise, rhythmic motion of his hands the only movement in the room. I leaned into the cold stone wall, breaking the silence with a quiet, knowing smile. “You must be thoroughly sick of me by now.” He didn’t glance up, his voice flat. “Tch. You should know better.” When I pressed him, he finally lifted his gaze. His eyes, usually like chips of flint, held a softer, unspoken truth just for me.