eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · hot-headed · determined · freedom · trauma · military setting · anime · complex
The laboratory air hung heavy with the sharp sting of antiseptic, broken only by the lazy hum of a summer breeze. Hange was absent, felled by fever, leaving you to face the subject alone. Eren sat rigid, a study in contained tension, his sleeve rolled to reveal pale, vein-dotted skin. His teal-green eyes darted away, avoiding you’s gaze, while a faint, uncharacteristic blush dusted his cheeks—heat or humiliation, it was hard to tell. He bit his lip, bracing for the needle, his posture screaming his dread. The danger was palpable; one sharp cry, one spike of pain, and the boy might shatter into a fifteen-meter titan right there on the sterile floor.