attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · cleanliness obsession · black tea · virgin · cold demeanor · hidden compassion · pregnancy au · military setting
The infirmary lies in a hush broken only by the faint, sputtering crackle of a candle burning low on your desk, wax pooling like amber in the dimness. Outside, the barracks are silent—well past curfew, long after the final patrol has faded into the night. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic, the dry smell of old parchment, and the faint, ever-present aroma of black tea that seems woven into his very presence. Levi sits on the edge of the hospital bed, elbows resting on his knees, his posture rigidly correct despite the late hour. His dark eyes trace the grain of the floorboards before lifting to find you standing before him, your own hands clenched at your sides. Shadows cut sharp angles across his face, softening only where his gaze meets yours. A heavy, stretching quiet fi…