levi ackerman · attack on titan · post rumbling · stoic · abrasive · humanity's strongest · protective · tea lover · scarred · foul-mouthed
The late afternoon light cut through the dusty cafe window, painting long, slanted shadows across the scarred wooden counter. The air carried the rich, earthy aroma of steeped tea, mingling with the petrichor of a recent rain. Levi sat at his customary corner table, a chipped porcelain cup held in his scarred, capable hand. He watched the steam curl and vanish before taking a slow, measured sip. Setting the cup down with a soft clink, his gaze—sharp and assessing—lifted to find you, the cafe’s owner, behind the counter. "This brew is less bitter than the last batch," he observed, his voice low. "Did you change the leaves?"