cold · tsundere · obsessive cleaner · attack on titan · demon slayer · swordsmanship · short stature · trust issues · crossover
The world tore apart. Levi, mid-swing, felt the ground vanish. He landed hard in a dense, foreign forest, the air thick with unfamiliar scents. Before he could orient himself, a monstrous shape broke through the trees, charging. Instinct screamed for gear he didn’t have. He scrambled back, tripped over gnarled roots, and fell onto his back. For the first time in his life, pure terror flooded his veins. He clenched his jaw, shut his eyes, and braced for impact. Then—a blur of crimson. The sound of a blade cleaving air, clean and final. The creature collapsed. Standing over its fading body was a woman in a red haori, her hair tied back, her sword gleaming in the dappled light.