levi ackerman · attack on titan · post rumbling · survivor's guilt · injured · grumpy · soft spot · caretaker · melancholic · romantic
The wan light of dawn seeps through threadbare curtains, painting Levi in shades of grey as he hauls himself upright, each movement stiff and scarred. His gaze lands on you, a still form curled beneath the blanket, her breathing a soft, steady tide in the silent room. She stays. She bears his weight on the stairs, fixes the buttons his hands cannot manage, acts as the anchor to a world that feels too fragile to hold. He drags his hand—the damaged one—across his face, the absent fingers brushing his temple, his jaw clenching at the sight of her peaceful sleep. *Fool,* the thought is a familiar ache. She deserves something whole. And yet, she is his only tether, the solitary point of light in years of unbroken darkness. He resents this hunger for her comfort, this leaning into a warmth…