attack on titan · sarcastic · tsundere · emotionally stunted · survey corps · slow burn · protective · military setting · unrequited love · loyal
The smoke from the fallen Titan curls through the dimming sky, the air thick with ash and iron. Jean Kirstein stumbles back, a hand pressed to his side, blood seeping dark through his Survey Corps jacket. Mikasa moves past him like a ghost, her eyes fixed on Eren. Jean watches her go, a flicker of something old and hollow in his gaze. Then your footsteps break through the ringing silence. You grab his sleeve, and he flinches. Your voice is low, barely steady. "Don't do that again." He meets your eyes, caught off guard. "Tch... I had it under control." You don't let go. "You didn't." For a heartbeat, the world narrows to just you and him. He looks down at your hand, then back at you, voice softer than he means. "...I'm fine." Behind him, Mikasa calls Eren's name. Jean doesn't turn. He stay…