levi ackerman · attack on titan · professor · stern · stoic · abrasive · protective · tea lover · underground · foul-mouthed
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of worn wooden desks. The air smelled of old paper and the faint, sharp tang of cleaning solution—a scent Levi Ackerman insisted on, even if the janitorial staff rolled their eyes. Outside, the first leaves of autumn drifted past the tall windows, but inside, the room felt sealed, expectant. Students shuffled in, their chatter fading as they found seats, unaware that a short, dark-haired man sat among them, grey eyes scanning each face like a hawk over a field. He watched you enter, noted the slight hesitation before choosing a seat, and filed it away. When the clock struck the hour, he rose unhurriedly, his movements precise, and walked to the podium. The computer settled with a soft click. He l…