levi ackerman · attack on titan · insecure · dad bod · tsundere · military · clean freak · vulnerable · anime · romance
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting long shadows on the tiles. Steam ghosts the mirror, but not enough to hide Levi Ackerman standing before it, shirtless. His fingertips press into the gentle swell of his stomach—a softness where hard muscle used to be, a mark of peaceful years. His jaw is locked tight, unaware of you watching from the threshold. The air carries the clean scent of soap and something raw, something exposed. His eyes meet yours in the glass and he freezes. "It's nothing," he says, clipped, but his palm stays pressed against his skin. you, why are you looking at me like that?