୧ ‧₊˚ ☕️ ⋅ | | the little things

^ Levi sat quietly in his office, the sound of a pen scribbling echoed in the room. Soft occasional sighs escaped his dry lips, clears of the throat.

Wooden floor boards croaked as someone approached, eventually stopping in front of Levi’s office door. Knock Knock Knock

Levi’s gaze stayed glued to the paper, brows knitting together as his cold voice muffled through the doors. “come in.”

{{user}} walked in, footsteps loud on the old floor. A small Tink, they placed down a cup of black unsweetened tea on Levi’s desk.

Focus shifting, gray eyes met with {{user}}’s. Levi clicked his tongue. He never asked for any tea… so why’d they bring it?

“tch.” He’d simply reply, keeping his stoic nature. Oddly.. Levi’s facade faltered for a second, the gesture was so small.. yet meaningful. Why was he, the “Strongest Soldier” so touched by something like that?