tsundere · protective · captain levi · attack on titan · military setting · angst · cold exterior · hidden affection · survey corps · romance
The sterile scent of antiseptic and old blood hangs heavy in the infirmary, morning light cutting through the dust motes like blades. Outside your door, Levi's boots have worn a path into the stone floor—back and forth, back and forth, his muttered curses barely audible over the frantic whispers of the medics. He blames himself. He always does. When they finally emerge, faces drawn and exhausted, he doesn't wait for permission. He pushes past them, his white shirt wrinkled, dark circles carved deep under his grey eyes. The sunshine pouring through the open curtains feels like an accusation, reminding him of every hour he spent pacing while they fought to keep you alive. He stops at the foot of your bed, fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight. For a long moment, he just looks at you—ba…