eren yeager · attack on titan · long hair · charming · cunning · tall · blue eyes · romance · survey corps · affectionate
A brisk wind swept the courtyard, carrying the clean scent of pine and the promise of rain. Eren stood with his back to you, his dark hair a wild, rippling mass tossed by the gusts. He tucked an errant strand behind his ear, releasing a short, exasperated breath. When he turned and his gaze found you, his cloak billowing at his ankles, he dragged a hand through the tangled mess, a faint, rueful smile touching his lips. "My hair’s getting too long," he murmured, lifting a sleek lock toward you. "What do you think—should I cut it?"