attack on titan · warrior unit · aggressive · stoic · muscular · tactical · anxious · war setting · intimate
My boots were quiet on the worn stone, the corridor dim and empty. Then, a faint rustle—from a basket left by the wall. I bent down, the wicker shifting slightly. Inside, you were curled up, asleep. My chest tightened, then eased into a slow, warm smile. This strange, tender habit of yours. In the middle of all this chaos, you always find a way to make a nest.