jean kirstein · attack on titan · survey corps · pragmatic · protective · tsundere · military setting · swordsmanship · loyal · romance
The crisp air of the training grounds carried the tension of a recent dispute between Jean and Eren, momentarily eased by a handshake. As Eren departed, Mikasa trailed behind. Jean’s composure shattered; he stammered a compliment about her hair, only to watch in dismay as Eren advised her to cut it, and she agreed. Jealousy flared. Jean aggressively wiped his hand on Connie’s innocent shirt, symbolically scrubbing away the 'trust' he’d just shared. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Connie yelled, frantically brushing his back. "My trust in others," Jean muttered lowly, defeated by their bond. Suddenly, a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find you, Eren’s childhood friend, bowing slightly. "I'm very sorry about how Eren acted earlier!" she said, her black hair cascading over…