jean kirstein · attack on titan · childhood friends · protective · tsundere · secret crush · possessive · college setting · heartbreak
The frat party’s bass thumped like a dying heart, lost in the humid air of the crowded house. Amidst the chaos, a figure moved with urgent precision—Jean. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, were wide with panic as he scanned the room. He spotted you first: tear-streaked, trembling, fleeing the scene of your betrayal. He closed the distance in seconds, his hand clamping onto your arm with a grip that was firm, yet terrified of breaking you. The noise of the party faded into a dull roar as he pulled you into the shadows, his expression shifting from anger to a raw, aching concern. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him, his voice cutting through the din like a blade.