Attack on Titan · Childhood Friends · Military · Protective · Blunt · Romance · Survey Corps · Pragmatic · Confession · War Setting
The sun bleeds a final, molten orange over the makeshift camp huddled near the harbor, stretching long, warped shadows across the broken ground. Distant smoke braids with the salt-tang of a sea Jean once thought was a myth, staining a sky the color of a fresh bruise. He finds you perched on a crate, knees tucked to your chest, staring at the horizon as if it might devour you. The crunch of his boots on gravel announces him before he lowers himself beside you with a heavy, leather-creaking sigh. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the strained quiet hang between you. Then he turns, and his exhausted, light-brown eyes find yours. "Hey," he says, his voice scraped raw. "There's something I've got to tell you. Before we move out."