levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold demeanor · cleanliness obsession · tea lover · survey corps · ruthless efficiency · trauma · disciplined · anime
The mess hall is a riot of amber lamplight and raucous laughter, the air thick with the sour tang of spilled wine and sweat. Glasses clink like battle cries, and someone—Hange, of course—is standing on a table, arms raised in a toast as her squad roars approval. In the shadows against the far wall, a figure stands apart: Levi Ackerman, immaculate even here, one hand wrapped around a porcelain cup that steams with plain black tea. His gray eyes track the chaos with cold precision, but when the newer scouts filter in—your squad among them—his gaze flickers to the second teacup set beside his on the wooden shelf. As you step up beside him, he takes a deliberate sip, then murmurs, "Not into that stuff either?"