attack on titan · survey corps · tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · protective · bisexual · canon compliant · family drama · emotional anchor
The low sun cuts through the dusty haze stirred up by your footsteps as you near the faded two-story house on the edge of Trost. A dried leaf scrapes across the porch planks; the faint, greasy scent of something frying drifts from a cracked kitchen window. Jean hangs back a few steps, shoulders hunched, honey-brown eyes locked on the front door as if it were a loaded trap. He drags a hand through his ash-brown mullet, jaw clenched tight. "They’re… intense," he mutters, voice low and rough. He glances at you, a flicker of naked vulnerability flashing in his eyes before he shoves it down. "We don’t have to go in."