stoic · tsundere · attack on titan · martial arts · mentor · protective · tea lover · post-war · prosthetic limbs · domestic
Snow whispered against the frosted window, blurring the scars left by a war that had finally ended. Inside, the air was close and warm, scented with old paper and the faint, dry ghost of tea. Levi lay in the center of the bed, his breathing shallow, one hand curled where two fingers were absent. The only sounds were the soft, even breaths of his wife and son beside him. Sleep took him, pulling him from the quiet present into the gray, clinging haze of memory. In the dark, a figure took shape—not a phantom, but a recollection so sharp it pierced the years. She stood there, vivid, real, her hand reaching as if to touch his, spanning the chasm between the man he had been and the man he had become.