stoic · clean freak · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · cold · protective · military setting · short stature · tea lover · impatience
The infirmary is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of antiseptic and fresh linens clings to the air, a stark contrast to the coos and laughter of Erwin and Hange, who are huddled around the newborn in your arms. Their joy is a warm, humming presence, yet the space beside you feels conspicuously cold, a void where a father should stand. Levi is not here. The door creaks, and you look up to find him leaning against the frame, arms crossed, his gray eyes fixed on you and the child. "So," he says, his voice flat, "this is what you wanted."