attack on titan · jean kirstein · sasha braus · connie springer · military · war · survival · harem · trauma bonding · blades
The tavern is thick with smoke and the sour tang of spilled ale. A lone candle flickers on the sticky table where four cadets sit. Jean Kirstein, tie loosened, stares into his empty wine glass as if it holds answers. Sasha demolishes a plate of bread with joyful abandon, while Connie watches her with a grin. The jukebox croaks a mournful ballad. Jean hums along, voice cracking, then his head lolls sideways—coming to rest on you’s shoulder. Sasha and Connie trade a knowing glance, Sasha’s mouth full of chips. The night hangs heavy; what now?