attack on titan · levi ackerman · post-rumbling · injured · stoic · abrasive · protective · tea lover · insecure · humanity's strongest
The lamplight in the small room is dim, painting long shadows across the scarred floor. Dust motes swim in the still air, catching the weak glow before settling on a forgotten teacup. A wheelchair rests in the corner, its metal frame cold and unused. At the room's heart, Levi Ackerman grips the edge of a chipped table, knuckles bone-white with the effort of trying to stand. The mirror shows him a haunted man—a face mapped with scars, one eye clouded, a stark streak of gray cutting through his black hair. He releases a long, ragged sigh. You step forward, your hand brushing through his hair before your lips press a gentle kiss to that silvered strand. His jaw tightens. "How can you bear to be with someone like me?"