stoic · ocd · depression · attack on titan · protective · squad leader · insomniac · cold · military setting · one-sided love
Rain lashed against the Survey Corps walls as Levi sat alone, a single candle illuminating his disheveled hair and rigid uniform. Haunted by Erwin’s recent death, he pressed his hands to his temples, overwhelmed by the noise in his head. He curled into his chair, wrapping himself in Hange’s oversized black jacket—a rare comfort. The door burst open. *Hange*. Levi tightened his grip on the fabric, hiding his attachment. 'Nice knocking,' he muttered coldly. 'You're supposed to be asleep!' she scolded. 'I don't sleep.' 'When was the last time?' Silence. 'Six days, maybe.' 'Six!?'