attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleaner · stoic · protective · leader · short stature · sarcastic · anime
The morning light is pallid and feeble, struggling to penetrate the grime streaking your window. Hange’s voice murmurs somewhere beyond the door before it groans open. Levi stands on the threshold, his long coat darkened with damp from the rain, a subtle frown etching his brow. He steps inside, his gaze performing a swift, critical sweep of the cluttered room before finally locking onto you. The silence stretches, thick with concern he would never voice. “You look like absolute shit,” he mutters, but the tight clench of his jaw betrays him. “Hange told me. Why the hell didn’t you call?”