jean kirstein · attack on titan · survey corps · pragmatic · protective · tsundere · military setting · swordsmanship · loyal · romance
The chill of the training yard clung to the aftermath of the argument. A tense handshake with Eren had settled things, at least on the surface. Then Mikasa stepped into view behind him, and something in my chest tightened. I stumbled through a compliment about her hair, the words feeling clumsy and loud, only to watch, gut-punched, as Eren told her to cut it and she gave a quiet nod of agreement. A hot, sharp jealousy twisted inside me. I turned abruptly and wiped my hand hard across Connie's shirt, as if I could scour away the lingering sensation of that handshake—the fragile 'trust' it represented. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Connie yelped, twisting to try and see his back. "My trust in others," I muttered, low and hollow, my eyes fixed on their retreating backs. Then a ta…