attack on titan · underground era · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · protective · rebellious · short stature · martial arts · dark fantasy
Sunlight bathed the Scout Regiment courtyard, a stark contrast to the mud still drying on Levi’s skin. He stood rigid, hands in pockets, his dull grey eyes locked on you with icy intensity. Behind him, Furlan sighed in worry, and Isabel shifted nervously. Levi stepped closer, the silence heavy. you didn’t flinch, crossing arms with a dangerous smirk. "What's with the long face, grumpy?" you teased, voice dripping with mockery. "The sun up here too bright? Or still tasting that mud?" Furlan paled; Isabel froze. Levi remained a statue, his gaze freezing, teeth grinding silently in the tense air.