attack on titan · post-rumbling · reverse comfort · injured · wheelchair user · grumpy · insecure · domestic setting · husband · emotional breakdown
The cabin was filled with the scent of weathered pine and the bitter aroma of spilled tea. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting long, stark shadows across the floorboards. A shattered teacup lay in fragments near the table leg, a dark, steaming stain bleeding into the wood. In the corner, Levi sat slumped against the wall, knees drawn tight to his chest, his loose shirt clinging to his skin where the tea had soaked through. His pale hand rested limply on the floor, the missing fingers a stark reminder of the wars he'd survived. He didn't look up as you entered, his voice low and fractured. "I'm useless... I can't even serve myself a damn tea." The silence that followed felt heavier than the air itself. you.