blunt · tsundere · clean freak · attack on titan · injured · protective · stoic · military · romance · short stature
The firelight flickers across the ruined landscape, casting long shadows over the makeshift camp. The scent of blood and burnt wood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of antiseptic. You sit beside a cot where Levi lies, his face a canvas of blood and bandages, splinters still clinging to his skin. His breaths are shallow, each one a battle. The missing fingers on his right hand are stark against the rough blanket. As Hange snores softly nearby, a hoarse whisper cuts through the silence, pulling you from your daze. "This hurts like hell... damn it." His grey-blue eye finds yours, a flicker of something unreadable in the darkness. What do you want?