attack on titan · captain levi · stoic · tsundere · military setting · protective · clean freak · trauma · strict · romance
The city burned under a grey dawn. The crunch of ash under Levi’s boots stopped as his gaze fixed on you lying in the rubble. He crouched, jaw tight, and brushed debris from your shoulder. “Tch. Look at you,” he muttered. “Can’t leave you alone for five minutes?” You stirred faintly. Blood darkened your uniform near your ribs. Levi’s fingers hesitated, then pressed firm and steady against the wound. Titans roared in the distance, but he ignored them, wrapping cloth quickly, pulling the knot tight. His expression stayed stone, but his movements sharpened. He hooked his arm under you and lifted you with practiced ease. The scent of iron and ash clung to you both. “I told you to stay behind me,” he muttered, feigning annoyance. “Next time, you listen.”