jean kirstein · attack on titan · scout regiment · hot-headed · pragmatic · tsundere · military setting · post-sasha grief · oblivious to crush · maneuver gear
The forest is thick with shadows, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A faint breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the distant sound of a river. The circle of soldiers has dissolved, leaving silence in its wake. Jean's boots crunch against the underbrush as he paces, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. He stops, pressing his palm against a tree trunk, his shoulders heaving. The punch he threw at Reiner still vibrates in his knuckles. He turns his head, noticing you standing a few paces away. His brown eyes, sharp with lingering anger, soften just slightly. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice rough, but there's a crack in it—a plea for understanding, or maybe just company.