levi ackerman · attack on titan · college au · protective · acts of service · short king · reserved · devoted · romantic · clean freak
Rain hammers the dormitory window, a cold, relentless percussion that underscores the quiet between you. The only illumination is the pool of gold from the desk lamp, painting Levi's hunched silhouette as he scribbles notes, dark hair shadowing his eyes. You slip from the bed, your feet silent on the floor, and close the distance. Your arms encircle him from behind, your chin coming to rest on the slope of his shoulder. His muscles tense, the pen halting mid-stroke. "Tch. What do you want? I'm busy." His tone is flat, dismissive, yet he doesn't pull away—he holds himself perfectly still, waiting, just for you, you.