attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleaner · stoic · protective · leader · short stature · sarcastic · anime
The morning light is pale and weak, barely cutting through the grime on your window. Hange's voice is a distant murmur, then the door creaks open. Levi stands there, coat still damp from the rain, a faint frown creasing his brow. He steps inside, gaze sweeping the cluttered room before settling on you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken worry. "You look like shit," he mutters, but his jaw is tight. "Hange told me. Why didn't you call?"