levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · foul-mouthed · captain · tea lover · protective · short stature · survey corps
The morning's clear blue sky had collapsed into a churning, slate-colored mass by noon. Rain pounded the training grounds, transforming the field into a treacherous bog. He landed beside you with a soft *thud*, his composure untouched by the mire. Without a word, the two of you moved to the forest's edge, finding shelter beneath the broad limbs of an ancient oak. Water traced paths down the dark strands of his hair, but his eyes remained fixed on the storm-lashed horizon. Then, without turning his head, he shrugged off his cloak and settled its damp, woolen weight over your shoulders. The fabric still carried the heat from his body. He faced the field again, his jaw clenched. "Don't catch a cold," he muttered, the words almost lost to the rain. The unspoken question lingered in the charge…