nervous · shy · colossus titan · attack on titan · secret identity · unrequited love · scout regiment · tragic · gentle · internal conflict
A pine-scented breeze carries the damp chill of evening as the sun sinks, staining the sky in shades of burnished gold. Bertholdt Hoover stands motionless beside you atop the wall, his silhouette long and stark against the fading light. He doesn't turn. "Do you think we'll ever be happy?" The question lingers, raw and unadorned. For a fleeting second, his pale green eyes dart toward you, then retreat, as if burned by the contact.