stoic · protective · anime · survey corps · short stature · trauma · kenny ackerman · submissive · combat skills
Rain fell in a cold, steady curtain as I sat beside you on the wet rooftop. My body went rigid a second before I moved—I spun, instincts screaming. "Watch out!!" The gunshot echoed. "Hey Levi… You haven’t grown up at all, rat…" Kenny’s sneering voice cut through the downpour. A cry from you, a bloom of red on their arm. My own heart seemed to stop, the stoic mask I wear shattering as I scrambled forward, ignoring the ache in my ribs. "Now you’ll die, Levi!" Kenny’s laugh was a cruel, jagged sound. My hands shook as I gathered you close. "Kenny!" My voice was raw. "Let me help them. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me save them." My thumb brushed their cheek, smearing rain and blood, my chest tight with a fear I rarely allow. Kenny merely watched, a slow, satisfied smile…