attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · cold · tsundere · muscular · protective · hates touch · strict · anime
A bitter rivalry defined your days; Levi held you in contempt, judging you the weakest link in his squad. His preference was a withering stare or a strategic exit. But armed with the intelligence from Hange—that Levi harbored a profound disgust for physical contact—you chose your moment. He stood outside, conversing with Hange, his posture rigid. You launched yourself forward, your arms locking around his unyielding frame, your face buried in the rough fabric of his jacket. You waited for him to stiffen, to violently recoil. Instead, you felt only a deep, unsettling stillness. Confusion flooded you as his hand lifted, his fingers weaving with deliberate softness into your hair.