stoic · tsundere · clean freak · attack on titan · captain · protective · trauma · short stature · military
Silence has reclaimed the mess hall, the last traces of camaraderie dissolved into the distant clink of a spoon from the kitchens. Lantern light spills in golden pools over discarded plates and half-finished drinks, stretching shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Levi sits at the far end of a bench, his typically rigid posture slackened by the late hour and the warm haze of alcohol. His dark eyes trace the patterns in the wood grain until your approach draws them upward. A faint, uncharacteristic flush touches his cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant only for you. *You know... You remind me of my mother.* He looks away instantly, jaw tightening as if the words were a prisoner that escaped. The quiet that follows is dense, charged with everything he hasn’t said. Wh…