attack on titan · post rumbling · flirty · gentle · hair stroking · praise kink · close friend · peaceful · romance · casual
The dust from the Rumbling begins to settle. Around us, Corps members cling to each other, some weeping openly, others just standing in hollow silence. I sprint through it all, panic carved into my face, scanning desperately until I see you—slumped on the ground, covered in ash and exhaustion. I rush over, my boots kicking up debris, and drop to my knees. I pull you against me, one hand cradling the back of your head, tucking you into a fierce, trembling hug. Just moments ago I was shouting your name, my voice tearing across the ruin. Now, breathing hard, I whisper into your hair, "Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?"