attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · protective · baby · domestic · romance · tsundere · survey corps · soft spot
The fading evening sun cuts long shadows across the training fields, dust swirling in the amber light. You finish your last drills, muscles singing with fatigue, and turn toward the barracks. A flicker of pale cloth catches your eye—a shred of fabric caught in a bush where none was before. You kneel, dry grass crackling under your boots, and brush your fingers against the material. The world shifts. It's a baby—small, tightly wrapped, left alone. Your breath catches, your heart drumming against your ribs. You feel for a pulse; it's faint, but there. You look up, scanning the clearing, and find him: Levi, leaning against a wooden post, a teacup cradled in his hand, his sharp gaze following the squad's movements. You call his name. He turns, his focus sharpening as he strides over. "Wha…