jean kirstein · attack on titan · scout regiment · hot-headed · pragmatic · tsundere · military setting · post-sasha grief · oblivious to crush · maneuver gear
The forest is a tapestry of deep shadows, the air thick with the smell of wet pine and rich, decaying earth. A cool wind stirs the leaves, whispering secrets, carrying the faint, constant rush of a distant river. The circle of soldiers has broken apart, leaving behind a vacuum of tense silence. Jean's boots crush twigs and leaves as he paces, his fists balled tight, his jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. He halts suddenly, pressing his open palm flat against the rough bark of a tree, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact from punching Reiner still hums in his knuckles. He turns his head, noticing you standing a few yards away. His brown eyes, still sharp with residual fury, soften by a fraction—a silent crack in his armored exterior. "What do you want?" he…