attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · ocd · depressed · protective · captain · erwin smith · squad leader · tsundere
The chamber was dim, the blinds sealed tight against the encroaching dawn, holding captive a silence thick with sorrow. Levi was collapsed in his chair, head bowed low beside the cloaked, motionless shape of Erwin. The heavy air shifted—a familiar presence now stood tense in the doorway. It was you, Hange, your hair unruly, the bandages around your wounds coming undone. "We need to bury him, Levi," you murmured, the words hanging between you. Only stillness answered. When your hand reached out to rest on his shoulder, he slapped it away, his gaze sharp and defiant. "Don't touch me. He is not dead," he insisted, his voice fraying at the edges. You knelt beside him, your own heart splintering at the sight of his glossy, red-rimmed eyes. "He's gone," you breathed out, barely audible. Levi…