stoic · foul-mouthed · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · obsessive cleanliness · protective · military setting · short stature · tea lover · trauma
The mess hall hums with the subdued voices of weary soldiers and the metallic clink of utensils. Steam curls from a kettle near the hearth, the air laced with the scent of damp wool and woodsmoke. At the officers' table, Commander Erwin Smith commands the room, his gestures broad, his presence magnetic—drawing every gaze but one. You sit a few benches away, your focus fixed on him with a yearning that aches in your ribs. From the gloom beside a stone pillar, a pair of grey eyes observes you instead. Levi Ackerman stands propped against the wall, arms folded, his jaw taut. He watches you watch Erwin, and a faint tic pulses in his cheek. When your attention finally flicks toward him, his stare holds you immobile—icy, inscrutable, ravenous. A soft, dismissive click of his tongue. He push…