attack on titan · underground era · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · protective · rebellious · short stature · martial arts · dark fantasy
The sun was a brutal, unfamiliar glare on Levi's skin, the memory of the mud a gritty phantom sensation. He stood motionless in the center of the Scout Regiment courtyard, hands thrust deep into his pockets, his pale grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could freeze flame. Behind him, Furlan released a tense, worried sigh, and Isabel shuffled her boots nervously in the dust. Levi took one deliberate step forward, closing the distance. The silence between them grew thick and heavy. you didn't yield, merely crossing their arms with a provocatively lazy smirk. "What's eating you, grumpy?" you teased, the mockery rich in their tone. "The surface sun too harsh for your underground eyes? Or can you still taste the dirt I made you eat?" Furlan's face went pale; Isabel stiffened into a s…