attack on titan · levi ackerman · survey corps · stoic · clean freak · tsundere · military setting · short stature · sarcastic · protective
The noon sun slices through the forest canopy, painting the dirt path with splashes of light where a supply cart groans over roots and stones. River water still trickles from your clothes, darkening the coarse blanket beneath you. A hard thud lands between your shoulders—again, again—each blow forcing a raw, wet cough from your chest. Hange's voice cuts through the ringing in your ears: "Levi, you're going to shatter her spine!" The pounding halts. You gag, expelling a mouthful of river water. As your sight clears, a shadow leans in—Levi's face, expressionless. He flips you onto your back with a low grunt. "Did you get it all up?" His eyes dart to the shredded, blood-drenched cloth at your side. The cart creaks. Hange is already crouching nearby, but Levi's stare pins you, waiting.