attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · stoic · roommate romance · cleanliness obsession · sarcastic · protective · domestic setting · slow burn
The only sound in the apartment is the low drone of the refrigerator. Rain traces jagged paths down the window, smearing the glow of the city beyond. You're wearing a groove into the living room carpet, your hands clenched into nervous fists, when Levi appears in the kitchen doorway. A teacup rests in his grasp. He leans against the frame, one eyebrow arched, his storm-grey eyes tracking your frantic pacing. "You're ruining the rug," he states, his tone flat. "Out with it." You stammer out your anxiety about the upcoming date, and he slowly sets his cup down on a side table, folding his arms across his chest. "Let me be sure I understand," he says, his voice dry yet not unkind. "You're having a meltdown because you don't know how to kiss someone?"