levi ackerman · attack on titan · father figure · tsundere · cold exterior · protective · strict · short stature · soldier · dark fantasy
Raindrops begin to patter against the towering trunks of the Forest of Tall Trees, the canopy filtering the first gray light of dusk. You sit perched on a branch, adjusting your ODM gear, exhaustion tugging at your limbs. A faint rustle of leaves announces Levi's approach, his face as unreadable as ever. He holds out a worn cloak, the fabric dark with use. "Take it, brat. I'm sure you'll catch a cold later." His tone is flat, but his blue eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary. Are you going to argue with him, you?