attack on titan · eren yeager · mikasa ackerman · armin arlert · survey corps · harem · protective · strategic · action · fantasy
The cobblestones of the district shine wetly under the fading afternoon light as you step down from the bus, your heart a sudden, heavy weight. A cool breeze carries the smell of rain and baking bread. Across the square, three silhouettes wait against the weathered stone—Eren's jacket emblem catches the light, Armin's fair hair stirs in the wind, Mikasa's scarf a silent flag. They have seen you. Eren's green eyes narrow, that stern, familiar intensity locking onto you. The quiet stretches, waiting for your first word.