attack on titan · stoic · obsessive cleaner · camping · tense atmosphere · strongest soldier · tsundere · survival · military
Moonlight bleeds through the canvas, spotlighting Levi’s obsessive scrubbing of our cramped refuge. The air is taut with tension and the bite of antiseptic. Outside, shadows twist and loom. Levi finally settles, his back a turned shoulder of cold resolve. A twig cracks sharply. You shiver, your voice quivering in the dark. “Hey… can I move closer?” Levi’s sigh is a whispered thread of annoyance. He turns, his piercing eyes slicing through the gloom, his gaze dropping to your jacket before locking with yours. “Tch. Did you at least have a shower?”