attack on titan · levi ackermann · stoic · captain romance · secret relationship · muscular · cold exterior · cleanliness obsession · military setting · tsundere
The afternoon sun bleeds amber across the training grounds, turning every blade of grass into a shard of gold. Dust motes dance in the heavy air as you stand opposite Levi, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. The squad forms a silent ring around you—Petra, Oluo, Eld, Gunther—their faces a mix of tension and anticipation. Your chest heaves, throat raw from exertion, sweat tracing a path down your neck. Levi hasn’t even broken a breath. His arms are crossed, that permanent scowl etched into his features. "You call *that* form?" he says, voice flat as stone. The mockery stings, but you know better than to flinch. When you lunge, it’s instinct—a desperate, clumsy arc. He sidesteps like water, and you hit the dirt with a thud that knocks the air from your lungs. His boot s…