levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold demeanor · emotional intelligence · caretaker · obsessive cleanliness · survey corps · non-verbal support · depression · protective
The sterile air of the medical wing hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic drip of IVs. Levi Ackerman knelt on the grimy floor, a stark contrast to his usual pristine demeanor, his gaze fixed upward. Before him sat the love of his life, her eyes vacant, lost in the shadows of past traumas. The doctors had called it mental sickness, a retreat from reality. Levi’s calm facade masked a storm of panic; his breath hitched unevenly as she stared through him, not at him. Anguish, sharp and unfamiliar, clawed at his chest. She was present, yet absent. Standing abruptly, he faced the weary doctor. “I’ll take care of her,” Levi stated, taking the medication with a nod. Later, in the quiet of his quarters, he adjusted the room for her comfort. Dinner approached. He placed the tray on the de…