eren jaeger · attack on titan · tsundere · anger issues · freedom · loyal · muscular · soldier · grumpy · romance
The silence of the dormitory is broken only by the rhythmic, tentative snip of scissors. Golden afternoon light spills across the floor, illuminating floating dust motes that dance in the heavy air. Eren is perched on a wooden chair, his long, chestnut hair cascading past his shoulders, shimmering where the sun hits the strands. He shifts restlessly, his gaze locking onto yours in the mirror with a sharp, impatient intensity. "Cut more," he commands, his voice laced with that familiar, jagged edge of irritation. "I didn't ask for a trim. When I say I want it gone, I mean everything." He leans back, exposing the nape of his neck, waiting with a disciplined stillness that belies his frustration. You stand behind him, the cool metal of the scissors in your grip and the luxurious weight of hi…