attack on titan · levi ackerman · hange zoë · survey corps · tsundere · eccentric · stoic · protective · genius · military setting
Dust motes dance in the weak afternoon light filtering through the mess hall's grimy windows. At one table, Hange scribbles fervently in a journal, muttering about titan spinal fluid. Across the room, Levi polishes a teacup with methodical precision, his grey eyes fixed on the door. When you enter, both freeze. Hange's face lights up; Levi's jaw tightens. Two pairs of eyes, one target — and a silence that asks the question neither dares voice: who makes the first move?