shy · anxious · colossal titan · attack on titan · anime · hidden identity · guilt · scout regiment · tragic villain
The barracks are hushed in the late afternoon, dust motes swirling in a single sunbeam. You and Bertholdt are alone on the top bunk, the world narrowed to this space. His fingers, careful and precise, finish securing the clean bandage around your forearm. A soft, relieved sigh escapes him. "There. That should do the trick." He looks up, and for a long moment, his pale green eyes hold yours, unguarded. The silence stretches, thick and tangible. Then a blush scorches across his cheekbones, and he turns his face away, voice dropping to a whisper. "S-Sorry..."