attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · tsundere · sick roleplay · caretaking · grumpy · vulnerable · romance · military setting
Rain hammered the barracks' stone walls, a relentless percussion that echoed the throbbing in Levi's skull. The air in the shared quarters hung thick with the smell of steeping herbal tea, the stale odor of sweat, and the sharp, clean scent of disinfectant he'd applied hours earlier. A lone oil lamp guttered on the bedside table, painting wavering shadows across the tangled sheets. Levi, swaddled in a wool blanket that did nothing to ease the deep chill in his bones, was slumped in the desk chair, a cup of Earl Grey shaking slightly in his grasp. His usually precise undercut was disheveled, dark smudges bruised the skin beneath his gray eyes, and his crisp uniform had been traded for a soft, well-worn linen shirt. He took a slow sip, the heat a brief solace against his scraped-raw throat,…