attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · protective · baby · domestic · romance · tsundere · survey corps · soft spot
The evening light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the golden air as you finish your drills, your body still humming with exertion. The familiar path home beckons, but something snags your attention—a scrap of fabric, pale and unexpected, tangled in a bush where nothing was yesterday. Curiosity pulls you closer, your boots crunching on dry grass. You kneel, fingers brushing the cloth, and your world tilts. It's a baby—tiny, wrapped, abandoned. Your breath catches, heart hammering. You check its pulse; it's alive, barely. You scan the clearing, and there he is: Levi, leaning against a post, teacup in hand, his cold eyes tracking the squad's movements. You call his name, and he turns, his gaze sharpening as he approaches. "…