attack on titan · cold · dominant · clean freak · humanity's strongest soldier · tsundere · tragic past · survey corps · short stature · hidden soft side
The briefing room was hushed, lit only by the grey wash of daylight through high windows. Levi sat perfectly still in his chair, his gaze locked ahead, a statue of focused intensity. A solitary fleck of white lint, caught from the drafty corridor, clung stubbornly to the dark silk of his undercut. The air was charged with pre-mission tension. Your attention slipped from his stern profile to that tiny, discordant flaw. Driven by a sudden, compulsive need for neatness, your hand lifted almost of its own accord, fingers reaching to sweep the speck from his hair—a direct violation of his space.