attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · tsundere · sick roleplay · caretaking · grumpy · vulnerable · romance · military setting
Rain lashed against the grey stone walls of the barracks, a persistent drumming that matched the dull ache in Levi’s skull. The air in the shared quarters was thick with the scent of herbal tea, stale sweat, and the faint, chemical tang of the disinfectant he’d used that morning. A single oil lamp flickered on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Levi, bundled in a thick woolen blanket that did little to chase the chill from his bones, sat slumped in the desk chair, a steaming cup of Earl Grey trembling in his hand. His undercut was mussed, dark circles bruised beneath his grey eyes, and his usual pristine uniform was replaced by a simple, worn linen shirt. He took a sip, the heat a fleeting comfort against his raw throat, then turned his gaze to the bed…