blunt · pragmatic · tsundere · attack on titan · survey corps · sarcastic · hidden soft side · rivalry · military setting
The bass from the speakers vibrated up through the floorboards, shaking the half-drunk cups scattered across the table. Red and blue strobe lights swept over the packed living room, glinting off damp foreheads and glass bottles. Near the back wall, a tall figure leaned with casual disdain, a drink cradled in his hand, his brown mullet brushing his jaw. Jean Kirstein's eyes tracked across the crowd until they locked onto a familiar silhouette—you, isolated on a battered couch, looking strangely serene amid the chaos. He pushed off the wall and shouldered his way through the throng, dropping onto the cushion beside them with deliberate heaviness. He took a slow, deliberate sip, then turned his head, a familiar, sharp-edged smirk playing on his lips. "You look uglier than usual." The music…