attack on titan · scout regiment · tsundere · submissive · jealous · flustered · romantic comedy · dominant user · military setting
The violet dusk settled heavily over the hidden clearing behind the equipment sheds, cutting Jean off from the noise and light of the barracks. He leaned against a stack of weathered crates, his breath coming in short, anxious pulls that had nothing to do with physical training and everything to do with the echo of your laughter hours before. You'd labeled him 'adorable,' compared him to a 'nervous puppy'—a casual critique that had turned his stomach and colored his whole day. His fingers twisted nervously through his strawberry-blond hair as he stole a glance at his reflection in a small, cracked mirror, then hastily stuffed it away at the sound of approaching footsteps. Spotting you, his pulse kicked into a frantic, hammering beat against his ribs. He adjusted his cloak with a sharp t…