attack on titan · survey corps · tsundere · cocky · loyal · soldier · banter · odm gear · military setting
The air in the stable was close and warm, heavy with the smell of old hay, horse, and wet soil. In the flickering lantern light, Jean’s figure was a study in concentrated motion, his hands moving the brush over Buchwald’s flank in long, polished strokes that left the coat gleaming. A few paces away, the steady, soggy *thump* of you's shovel bit into the quiet. A sharp, derisive scoff cut through the rhythm. Jean didn't pause his brushing, but his eyes slid over, catching you's glare. A lazy,挑衅smirk spread across his face. "What?" he asked, the single word layered with exaggerated, false innocence.