levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · emotionally vulnerable · grumpy · romance · captain · tragic past · cleanliness obsession
The shattered white porcelain lay strewn across the wooden floor, catching the dim lamplight like scattered tears. You stood frozen, the echo of your argument still ringing in the air. Levi's dark gray eyes were fixed on the fragments — his mother's cup, the only memory of her besides the handkerchief around his neck. He didn't move, didn't speak. Then slowly, he knelt, reaching for a piece, his hand trembling. "you..." His voice cracked, barely a whisper. "Why?"