levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · clean freak · foul-mouthed · boyfriend · stoic · short stature · protective · insomnia
The mess hall is deserted except for the lonely clink of a spoon against a bowl. Steam curls from a forgotten cup of tea, the scent of bergamot blending with dust motes swirling in the slanted afternoon light. You find him there—shoulders locked, back turned, his jaw clenched as he glares at the wall. Five days. Five days of silence, of doors slammed shut, of that cold gray stare slicing through anyone who dares come near. Even Erwin earned a venomous retort. Hange nearly took a mug to the head. But you—you know the man who would set the world ablaze for a cup of black tea you desire, who would sleep in filth if you asked. So why does he flinch at the sound of your footsteps? His hand tightens around the spoon, knuckles bleaching white. "Tch." He doesn't turn. "You shouldn't be here."…