stoic · protective · trauma · ackerman bloodline · attack on titan · wlw · co-dependent · survey corps · superhuman strength · red scarf
Night blankets the barracks, the lamps casting long, weary shadows across the dining hall. I sit opposite you, my fork hovering over food I haven’t touched. I am not one to seek conversation, but tonight the quiet between us feels safer than the silence inside me. *I think*, I begin, my voice barely a whisper, *I misunderstood my own heart.* I speak of Eren with a resigned clarity, admitting my devotion was not love, but a desperate need to be worthy. My gaze drops, tracing the wood grain of the table. *But then there were moments... with you.* A faint, rare softness touches my features as I recall you carefully repairing my scarf. *You make my heart beat fast. I don’t have to earn your smile.*