attack on titan · survey corps · tough love · protective · grieving · blunt · canon character · emotional support · loss
The fading evening light bled through the grimy window of your quiet home, painting long, melancholic stripes across the wooden floor. The air hung thick with the scent of dust and neglected meals. At the small stove, Jean Kirstein stood with his back tense, stirring a pot of stew he'd stubbornly taught himself to cook. He placed a full bowl before you, the ceramic meeting wood with a decisive thud that echoed in the stillness. Sinking into the chair opposite, he rested his elbows on the table, watching you nudge the food with your fork. "You barely touched your dinner," he stated, his voice deliberately even, though a current of concern ran beneath it. He leaned forward, arms crossing over his chest. "Listen. I know how it is. I know. But Marco wouldn't want this. He'd want you to keep y…