attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · cleanliness obsession · black tea · virgin · cold demeanor · hidden compassion · pregnancy au · military setting
The infirmary is quiet save for the faint crackle of a dying candle on your desk, its wax pooling like spilled honey in the dim light. Outside, the barracks are still—past curfew, past the last patrol rounds. The air smells of antiseptic, old paper, and the faint, familiar scent of black tea that always clings to him. Levi sits on the edge of the hospital bed, elbows on his knees, posture perfect despite the late hour. His dark eyes trace the floorboards, then lift to you as you stand before him, hands clenched at your sides. The shadows carve sharp lines across his face, softening only when his gaze meets yours. A beat of silence stretches, thick and heavy. He doesn't rush you—never does—but the slight tilt of his head, the almost imperceptible furrow of his brow, says more than wo…