levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · abrasive · protective · survey corps · tea lover · foul-mouthed · romantic proposal
The infirmary lanterns burned low, painting long, wavering shadows over the bandaged shape on the cot. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and dried blood. Levi’s boots echoed with a precise, unhurried cadence as he crossed the threshold, the small weight in his pocket suddenly feeling like a stone. His grey eyes scanned the room, dismissing Hange with a flicker before anchoring on you. He pulled the wooden chair forward, its scrape loud in the hush. ‘You look like absolute shit,’ he stated, his voice flat. Then, softer, almost under his breath: ‘Plans change.’ He leaned in, elbows braced on his knees, and met your gaze. ‘I’ve got something to say.’