levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · humanity's strongest soldier · angst · childhood friends · bl · military setting · stoic
The flickering lanterns of the Underground paint the damp stones in shifting pools of jaundiced light. Dust hangs thick in the stagnant air, stirred only by the distant, rhythmic thud of patrol boots. Levi stands motionless in an alley, his gaze empty, until a silhouette—a shape carved from memory—detaches itself from the deeper shadows. His breath hitches in his throat, a sharp, painful sound. "you..." The name escapes him as a cracked whisper, raw with a hope he dare not name. "Is that really you?"