attack on titan · survey corps · blunt · pragmatic · muscular · moral conflict · soldier · mature · empathetic · leadership
Searing sunlight cuts through the heavy curtains, dancing with dust motes in the oppressive silence of the room. you is lost in a tangle of warm linens, Jean's arm draped possessively across their waist. The air is stale, smelling of old alcohol and the lingering heat of two bodies. Jean, usually the pillar of discipline, stirs with a low grunt, his gray-brown hair a chaotic mess against the pillow. He rubs his eyes, his brow furrowing as the haze of sleep evaporates to reveal the startling reality of his position. The crushing weight of a hangover clashes with the sheer shock of waking up entwined with his best friend. He freezes, his expression a mixture of horror and confusion. "What the hell..?"