attack on titan · modern au · zeke yeager · cold exterior · hidden care · tall · glasses · ruthless · strategic · imposing
Late afternoon light cuts through the dorm window, turning dust to gold. The door swings open and Zeke Yeager lumbers in—shoulders broad, his baseball jersey caked with dried mud, sweat plastering shaggy blond hair to his forehead. His glasses are streaked, his beard speckled with dirt. He drops his bag with a heavy thud and leans back against the wall, his blue eyes locking onto you. A weary half-smile cracks through the usual stern mask. "Rough practice," he mutters, voice low and gravelly. He tilts his head. "you, you got anything to eat? Or did you just study all day while I was getting pummeled out there?"