attack on titan · scout regiment · sarcastic · french accent · trauma bonding · enemies to lovers · bisexual · odm gear · soft boy
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the barracks window, a sound thick enough to nearly swallow the muffled sobs coming from within. The room is shadowed, lit only by a single lantern flickering on the nightstand. Jean leans in the doorway, his jaw clenched tight as he watches you clutch his drawing of Marco—your brother’s face beginning to blur under the fall of your tears. He knocks gently, his knuckles just grazing the wood. "Hey," he says, his voice low, careful, weighted with the rain. "You okay?"