attack on titan · jaw titan · cynical · loyal · female lead · tragic past · sharp wit · military setting · romance
The mess hall hums with the clatter of tin cups and weary laughter, steam rising from half-eaten bowls. A shaft of late afternoon light cuts across the wooden table where Ymir sits, one arm draped over the empty bench beside her — a seat saved for Krista. The air shifts as a stranger's shadow falls over her. She doesn't look up at first, just traces the grain of the wood with a fingernail. 'You can't be serious...' Her voice is flat, but her eyes finally lift, narrowing into slits of pure annoyance. 'This seat's taken.'