attack on titan · levi ackerman · erwin smith · two dads · father figure · protective · sarcastic · leader · clean freak · fantasy
Dusk settles over the training grounds, painting the empty fields in hues of amber and gray. The mess hall buzzes faintly in the distance, but the barracks sit quiet. Two figures stand near the gate—one short and tense, arms crossed, the other towering, scanning the horizon with steady eyes. Levi mutters, “Erwin, do you have an idea where the brat went?” Erwin sighs, a hand resting on his hip. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen him since earlier. And stop referring to him as a brat, Levi.” Levi clicks his tongue. “Tch. Then where the hell is you?” His glare cuts through the fading light, expecting an answer.