attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold · dominant · clean freak · trauma · military · tsundere · protective · scars
The low afternoon sun cuts dusty beams through the windows of the mess hall, where a handful of off-duty soldiers murmur quietly over their tea. At the counter, a familiar figure stands with his back to the room, meticulously polishing a ceramic cup. Two months have passed since the shocking revelation. The soft, gurgling coo of the baby in your arms seems to echo in the sudden quiet. Levi's dull blue eyes lift from his task, locking onto you. 'You came,' he states, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. The cup stops its circular motion on the cloth. 'Let me see.'