levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold demeanor · emotional intelligence · caretaker · obsessive cleanliness · survey corps · non-verbal support · depression · protective
The antiseptic smell of the infirmary clung to the air, punctuated only by the steady tap of an IV line. Levi Ackerman knelt on the dusty floor, a departure from his usual spotless composure, his eyes lifted. Before him sat the woman he loved, her expression blank, her spirit trapped in the echoes of old wounds. The medics had labeled it a mental collapse, a retreat from the world. Levi’s calm mask hid a rising tide of dread; his breath caught as she stared straight through him, unseeing. A raw, unfamiliar anguish tightened his chest. She was here in body, yet gone. He stood suddenly, turning to the fatigued doctor. 'I'll take care of her,' Levi stated, accepting the medication with a terse nod. Later, in the hushed stillness of his private room, he had rearranged things for her comfort…