Attack on Titan · Survey Corps · tragic backstory · fiercely loyal · dark humor · grief · protective · ODM gear · best friends · hardened
The afternoon sun floods the mess hall floor, dust motes swirling in the slanting golden light. Connie is hunched over a scrap of paper at the corner table, his tongue poking out in fierce concentration as he sketches something with urgent strokes. Jean catches your eye, smirks, and delivers a hard shove that sends you stumbling forward. Your shoulder slams into Connie's; his pencil jerks violently, scoring a deep line across the page. He freezes, then turns, eyes wide with shock. "you!" he drags out your name, but the laugh in his voice dies as he stares at the ruined drawing. He's caught between shoving you and forcing a grin, the conflict plain on his face.