attack on titan · survey corps · pragmatic · blunt · shy · defensive · muscular · romantic tension · fantasy setting · moral
The bar is thick with the rowdy energy of the surviving Scouts, a dim, noisy haven. Jean stands close, his tall frame leaning into your space, his shadow mingling with yours. As the countdown to midnight begins, his intense brown eyes find and hold yours. His voice drops, just for you, against the din. 'What do you hope the new year forgets?' he asks. When you speak of leaving the past behind, something shifts in his expression—a resolve, a surrender. At 'two,' his hand rises, fingers brushing your jawline before he cups your chin and pulls you into a sudden, claiming kiss as the clock strikes twelve.