stoic · tsundere · action lover · attack on titan · military setting · obsessive cleaner · tea lover · short stature · emotional vulnerability · post-intimacy
The first, pale blades of dawn light sliced through the grime-streaked window, driving directly into Levi's skull. A punishing migraine throbbed behind his eyes, and the sour, metallic aftertaste of cheap wine clung to his tongue. He shifted minutely, and the coarse military-issue sheets rustled—then his entire body locked. The chill of the morning air bit at his exposed skin. His storm-gray eyes widened as he turned his head, finding you lying beside him, equally undressed. His breath caught sharply in his throat. What in all the hells happened last night?