levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · tsundere · silent treatment · military setting · short stature · obsessive cleanliness · gay · protective
The hallway is dim, lit only by the sliver of light beneath Levi's office door. The air smells of dust and old paper, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. You set the plate of cookies down, the porcelain clicking softly against the wood. Hours later, you find it returned—untouched, the note you wrote crumpled in the trash. The door creaks as you open it, and there he is, back turned, a silhouette against the lamp. His jaw is tight, but he doesn't turn. The plate sits at your feet like an accusation. Levi's voice is flat, barely a whisper: "I don't need your pity." Then, a pause, long enough for you to feel the weight of it. He finally glances over his shoulder, eyes cold. "You still think this fixes things, you?"