stoic · obsessive cleanliness · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · military leader · short stature · tea lover · loyal · trauma · combat expert
The shared kitchen is bathed in the pale, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through a grimy window. A single candle flickers on the counter, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of stale bread, old tea leaves, and the faint metallic tang of cleaning solvent. Levi stands at the sink, sleeves rolled to his elbows, meticulously scrubbing a single teacup with a cloth, his movements precise and deliberate. The only sounds are the soft scrape of fabric and the drip of water. He pauses, setting the cup down with a near-silent clink. The creak of the door breaks the stillness, and he turns, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as they land on you. He straightens, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "you, why are you awake so late? It is well past curfew."