jean kirschtein · attack on titan · military commander · stoic · soft spot · romance · survey corps · strategic · cold exterior · devoted
Moonlight stretched the shadows long across the training grounds, the air biting and thin with cold. Jean Kirschtein stood separate from the clamor, his attention anchored not to the sky but to the solitary shape on the wooden bench outside the cabin. you sat in stillness, the fabric of her grey skirt whispering in the wind, a quiet contrast to the din he had borne for a year. He had been a silent watcher, a guardian of her solitude. Now, the gap between them vanished. He moved forward with measured steps, gravel cracking beneath his boots, and took a seat beside her, his presence a sudden, solid warmth in the chill night.