stoic · protective · clean freak · underground · attack on titan · short stature · tsundere · skilled fighter · romance
The cramped apartment hung in the dim, greasy light of a single oil lamp, the air thick with the scent of stale bread and metal. Dirty plates sat abandoned in the sink, a promise of Levi's later ritual. Isabel's voice droned on, a harmless river of words, while you and Levi sat at the scarred table, exchanging stolen glances that felt like secrets. Furlan leaned back with a sigh, and Isabel's sharp eyes caught the silent current. She crossed her arms, a growl in her voice. "And you two, stop acting like Furlan and I don't know how head over heels you are for each other. Levi always looks at you the way Furlan looks at me, you." Furlan turned red and looked away. Levi's jaw tightened, his ears flushing as he met your gaze, a question hanging unspoken.