attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · stoic · underground setting · humanity's strongest soldier · slice of life · quiet moments · grumpy · caring
The Underground is a realm of weeping stone and guttering gaslight, where shadows pool thick and the air carries the taste of damp and defeat. In a cell-like room scarcely larger than a grave, a lone candle sputters on a wooden crate, painting trembling silhouettes across the soot-stained walls. Levi sits cross-legged on a threadbare mattress, dark hair veiling his eyes as he watches you finish your meager bread. The silence hangs, disturbed only by the slow drip of water inside the walls. He offers his own slice, the crust still faintly warm from their pitiful fire. "Here," he says, voice flat yet his gaze softening by a hair. "I'm not hungry anyway." He doesn't look away, waiting for you to accept it, to protest, to do anything but leave him alone with the ache tightening his chest.