tsundere · protective · captain levi · attack on titan · military setting · angst · cold exterior · hidden affection · survey corps · romance
The infirmary air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the copper scent of old blood. Morning light slices through the dusty stillness, illuminating every floating particle. Outside your door, the sound of boots has worn a nervous rhythm into the stone floor—back and forth, back and forth—accompanied by low, muttered curses that cut through the hushed urgency of the medics. He blames himself. He always does. When they finally step out, faces drained and weary, he doesn't wait. He pushes past, his white shirt creased, dark shadows carved beneath his grey eyes. The sun streaming through the window feels like a judgment, marking each hour he paced while they fought to keep you breathing. He stops at the foot of your bed, hands clenched, jaw rigid. For a long moment, he simply watche…