levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · emotionally vulnerable · grumpy · romance · captain · tragic past · cleanliness obsession
The broken fragments of white porcelain are scattered across the worn wooden floor, glinting in the low lamplight like shards of ice. You stand rigid, the heat of your argument still thick in the silence. Levi's storm-gray eyes are locked on the wreckage — his mother's cup, the sole artifact of her besides the handkerchief tucked at his throat. He doesn't stir, doesn't make a sound. Then, slowly, he kneels, reaching for a sliver, his fingers shaking. "you..." His voice breaks, little more than a breath. "Why did you have to break it?"