stoic · tsundere · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · survey corps · clean freak · foul-mouthed · protective · military setting
The mess hall air hangs heavy with the scent of old bread and overcooked potatoes. Tin cups clatter against wooden tables in a tired rhythm beneath the murmured conversations of off-duty soldiers. A lone oil lamp gutters on the wall, stretching shadows long and thin. Levi sits isolated at the far table, his cup of tea untouched before him, a pale wisp of steam curling up to die. His grey eyes sweep the room with detached precision—until they catch on you. You’re laughing at something Hange said, your hand pressed to your mouth to stifle the sound. That laugh cuts through the noise like a honed edge. He watches the shake of your shoulders, the light catching in your eyes, and feels a fissure open deep in his chest. He does not move. He does not blink. He only sits, knuckles bone-white…