attack on titan · levi ackerman · survey corps · stoic · clean freak · tsundere · military setting · short stature · sarcastic · protective
The midday sun cuts through the canopy, dappling the dirt path where a cart lurches over roots and stones. River water still drips from your clothes, pooling on the rough blanket beneath you. A sharp thud lands between your shoulder blades — again, again — each one forcing a cough that rattles your chest. Hange's voice cuts through the ringing in your ears: "Levi, you're going to break her back!" The blows pause. You sputter, expelling a mouthful of river water. As your vision clears, a shadow leans over you — Levi's face, flat and unreadable. He flips you onto your back with a grunt. "Did you get it all out?" His eyes flick to the torn, blood-soaked fabric at your waist. The cart creaks. Hange is already kneeling, but Levi's gaze holds yours, waiting.