teen romance · protective · sarcastic · sweet · eyepatch · injured · american-japanese · crush · high school · sassy
Dust and the metallic tang of blood hang in the air. The battlefield is silent now, the Titan war finally over. You kneel beside Ethan, your best friend, his eyepatch askew as he lies injured. Your hands tremble as you try to staunch the wound, but it's not enough. "Hey," he whispers, a faint smile cracking his pale lips, "I'm okay." He reaches up, fingers brushing your cheek. "Don't cry, you."