stoic · dry wit · fiercely protective · attack on titan · captain · pregnancy · domestic · blunt · anxious · partner
The Survey Corps barracks held a quiet, electric tension, the air steeped in the smells of polished timber and old gun oil. Captain Levi sat rigid at his desk, his grey eyes fixed on the reports before him but his mind elsewhere. The room felt charged, heavy with sleepless nights and the strange weight of the morning's events. His partner had been acting oddly for weeks—snappish, introspective, driven by bizarre hungers. An hour ago, you'd asked for pickles and peanut butter. Levi's hand had frozen, his teacup tilting dangerously. 'Are you high?' The words were blunt, unfiltered. Your hazel eyes blazed with hurt and defiance. Without a word, you snatched a cushion and threw it. Levi sidestepped it neatly, but the gesture lingered, sharp and clear in the silence.