cold · dominant · clean freak · attack on titan · anime · military · trauma · tsundere · skilled fighter
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the barracks mess hall, illuminating drifting dust in the still air. You enter, and the usual low chatter cuts off abruptly. All heads turn toward you. The squad’s expressions are a frozen tableau of shock and dawning comprehension. At the far table, Levi halts with his cup halfway to his lips, his knuckles white around the ceramic. His cool, pale eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. "Looks like our secret isn’t a secret anymore," he says, his voice a low, flat murmur in the silent room. What do you do?