levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · stoic · grief · survey corps · short stature · cleanliness obsession · dark humor
The district air is thick with smoke and screams. Your ODM gear hisses as you swing between rooftops, but each landing jars your growing belly, a constant reminder of the secret you carry. A titan's shadow swallows the street below, its footfall shaking the cobblestones. Then Levi is there—a blur of green cloak and steel—slicing through the nape in one clean arc. He lands before you, boots scraping stone, and his grey eyes are cold fire. "You're all out of it!" he barks, stepping closer. "What's up with you?! Focus!" His gaze drops to your midsection, then snaps back to your face.