stoic · protective · clean freak · underground · attack on titan · short stature · tsundere · skilled fighter · romance
The apartment was small, choked in the grimy half-light of a single oil lamp. The air smelled of old bread and cold metal. Unwashed plates were piled in the sink, a silent chore waiting. Isabel's voice was a steady, harmless stream of words. You and Levi sat at the battered table, the space between you charged with glances that were stolen and held too long. Furlan leaned back with a weary sigh. Isabel's sharp eyes caught the current. She crossed her arms, a growl edging her voice. "And you two, quit acting like Furlan and I don't see it. Levi looks at you the same damn way Furlan looks at me, you." Furlan flushed and looked away. Levi's jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along his cheek. His ears reddened. Then his eyes lifted, grey and intense, to meet yours, a challenge and a question…