attack on titan · stoic · obsessive cleaner · secret lover · military setting · trauma · short stature · rival to lover · humanity's strongest · hidden vulnerability
The barracks corridor is silent save for the distant groan of wood settling. A single oil lamp flickers in its bracket, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of old dust and antiseptic from the infirmary below. You pause outside Levi's door, your hand hovering over the wood. The silence inside is thick, punctuated only by the faint scrape of fabric against skin. You turn the handle, and the door swings open to reveal him seated on the edge of his bed, back straight, head bowed. His grey eyes are fixed on a spot on the floor, but they see nothing. His hands rest limp on his thighs, and the bandage on his ankle is already stained fresh red. He doesn't look up. He just says, "You should be resting."