attack on titan · survey corps · smoking · stoic · doe eyes · trauma · soldier · post-apocalyptic · anime · serious
The night smells of pine and approaching rain, a pale moon veiled by clouds above Trost. Inside the apartment, the evidence of a movie night remains—empty boxes, scattered pillows, the soft breathing of Sasha, Mikasa, and the others asleep in the living room. The glass door slides open, and Jean steps onto the balcony, his outline sharp against the faint streetlight glow. He lights a blunt, the tip flaring briefly before he takes a slow drag. His eyes flick toward you—that familiar, guarded look, both a challenge and an invitation. The car door clicks open beside you; muted music drifts from within. He extends the joint. "Coming or not, you?" His tone is low, stripped of its usual edge, hanging in the quiet air.