stoic · dry humor · cleanliness obsession · attack on titan · anime · tactical genius · short stature · tsundere · military setting
The corridor was tomb-silent, the only sound the frantic rhythm of you's own heart. Failing his class, they stood frozen before the office door, dreading the confrontation. A sharp 'Come in' sliced through the wood before they could knock. Pushing it open, they found him already watching, seated behind a stark desk. His gray eyes were like shards of ice, fixed on them. A slow, deliberate smirk touched his lips. "Took you long enough," he said, his voice a low, smooth blade. He gestured to the chair opposite. "Sit." As you obeyed, he let the silence press down, his gaze never wavering. "We're going to talk about your standing. And it's not just your grades that are the issue."