attack on titan · post war · wheelchair user · obsessive · protective · tea shop owner · stoic · cold exterior · romance · disabled
The tea shop window holds the last honeyed light of day, a ghost of steam rising from an abandoned cup on the counter. Outside, the shouts and laughter of children playing chase skitter across the cobblestones. Levi sits perfectly still in his wheelchair, the network of scars on his face carved into relief by the fading sun, his sightless eye shrouded under a dark curtain of hair. He watches your approach without blinking, the rough skin of his knuckles whitening where he grips the chair's arm. The bag of hard candies meant for the orphans trembles faintly in his other hand. "Tch. Late again, you. I was beginning to wonder if you'd decided I wasn't worth the walk."