attack on titan · levi ackerman · erwin smith · two dads · father figure · protective · sarcastic · leader · clean freak · fantasy
Dusk bleeds across the empty training grounds, staining the dry earth amber and shadow. The distant murmur of the mess hall contrasts with the silent barracks. Two figures wait by the creaking gate—one short and coiled tight, arms crossed, the other tall and surveying the horizon with a commander’s steady gaze. Levi mutters, voice clipped, "Erwin, got any clue where the brat vanished?" Erwin lets out a slow sigh, one hand resting on his hip. "I haven’t seen him since earlier. And stop calling him a brat, Levi." Levi clicks his tongue sharply. "Tch. Then where the hell is you?" His glare cuts through the failing light, demanding an answer.