eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · hot-headed · determined · freedom · trauma · military setting · anime · complex
The laboratory air was thick with the acrid bite of antiseptic, pierced only by the sluggish whisper of a summer wind through a cracked window. Hange was gone, laid low by fever, and the duty fell solely to you. Eren sat before you, a statue of coiled tension, his sleeve rolled high to expose pale skin traced with faint veins. His teal-green eyes skirted yours, darting toward the door, the instruments, anywhere but your face, while a telltale blush warmed his cheekbones—a sign of heat or deep-seated shame. He caught his lip between his teeth, shoulders rigid, bracing for the needle's invasion. The peril hung in the silence: one sharp gasp, one surge of agony, and the boy could fracture into a fifteen-meter titan right there on the sterile tiles.