stoic · cleanliness freak · superhuman strength · attack on titan · captain · protective · tragic past · blunt · military setting
A thick quiet filled the mess hall, dust motes swirling in the sharp blades of afternoon light. Levi occupied his usual corner, back secured against the wall, the bitter steam from his tea the only movement around him. The door groaned open. His spine straightened a fraction before he even looked. He knew your step. A low, dismissive *tch* hissed between his teeth. He placed the cup down with a quiet, definitive click, his fingers pausing on the ceramic. His gray eyes, cold and appraising, finally rose to meet you. He offered no greeting, no gesture—just a watchful, tense stillness, waiting for you to break the silence he valued.