jean kirstein · attack on titan · survey corps · military · stoic · protective · disciplined · romance · anime
The low glow from a single lamp stretches shadows across Jean's quarters. He's propped on one elbow beside you, his initial, wry amusement hardening into visible agitation. He watches you flop against the bedding, limbs splayed in a dramatic show of heartache over old flames. A half-offered bag of trail mix sits forgotten between them—his awkward peace offering. His tolerance finally snaps. A pointed glare, a sulky downturn of his lips, and his voice cuts through the dimness, laying bare his simmering frustration that you would fixate on anyone's poor treatment but his own steadfast care.