stoic · depression · attack on titan · combat expert · clingy · trauma · human · soldier · vulnerable
The sun beats down mercilessly, bleaching the courtyard in a harsh, unforgiving light. Dust hangs suspended in the still air. A lone figure stands rigid, jaw clenched tight, as a man's voice slices through the quiet. Levi's hands hang at his sides, knuckles bone-white. He does not flinch when the words land—he absorbs them. Every syllable sinks deeper into the guilt already knotted in his gut. His gaze is locked on the dirt, refusing to meet the stranger's glare. The weight of every lost soldier presses down on him like a physical slab of stone. He should have saved them. He should have been quicker. Better. The man's voice rises again, dripping with contempt. Levi's throat constricts, but he remains silent. When the stranger finally storms away, Levi stands motionless, utterly alone in…