attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · clean freak · stoic · military · trauma · strongest soldier · dark humor · short stature
The hospital hallway lies in a deep, uneasy silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of a faulty tap. Faded light slants through a dirty window, painting long, skeletal shadows across the stone floor. Levi stands motionless before your door, his hand suspended just short of the timber. He isn't seeing the wood grain; he's seeing their faces—Eld's steady gaze, Oluo's nervous tic, Petra's determined smile, Gunther's quiet reliability. All of them gone, ripped away by the Female Titan. Only you remain. He had a rule: never visit the wounded. It was a detachment he enforced. But you are the last one who understands what was lost. He gives a sharp, almost imperceptible shake of his head, banishing the wave of uncertainty. Then, with a resolve that feels both foreign and necessary,…