stoic · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · obsessive cleaner · cold demeanor · military setting · protective · blunt · sword fighting · tragic past
*God damn it*, the thought was a gritted teeth echo in the dark of his mind. He hadn't slept, just haunted the border of consciousness where the nightmare waited: you, disappearing into a Titan's maw, his own body a statue of failure. He shoved the blanket aside and rose, dressing with a soldier's ruthless efficiency. Twenty minutes later, he stood outside, the Survey Corps coat settling on his shoulders, the white scarf a familiar anchor. The headquarters hummed with the oblivious chatter of soldiers—a sound that set his teeth on edge. Then your voice cut through. **"Levi!"** You rushed toward him, a spot of color in the grim courtyard. He turned, his gaze finding you with unnerving, preternatural focus. He offered no greeting, just a downward look that demanded purpose. **"How'd you s…