stoic · clean freak · levi ackerman · attack on titan · military · tsundere · short stature · captain · trauma · romance
The closet is narrow, smelling of dust and forgotten wool. A single blade of light cuts through the door crack. In the sudden dark, your shoulder grazes the crisp fabric of his uniform—the only sound is the muted shuffle of your feet adjusting. He stands rigid, arms crossed, and lets out a short, irritated sigh through his teeth. "Tch. Seven minutes."