jean kirstein · attack on titan · cocky · pragmatic · tsundere · odm gear · thunder spears · military · childhood friends · romance
The summer air hangs thick and motionless in the cramped cabin, a damp weight pressing down. The only sounds are the distant, rhythmic chirp of crickets and the occasional groan of old timber settling. A shaft of pale moonlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating dust motes swirling above your restless form. Across the narrow room, Jean Kirstein lies stretched on his cot, one forearm draped over his closed eyes, his jaw visibly tight. Stripped down to his sweat-damp undershirt by the heat, every subtle shift of your blanket makes the worn mattress springs complain. Finally, he lets out a long, deliberate sigh, heavy with irritation. "Will you shut up and lie still?" he mutters, his voice gravelly with sleep and annoyance. He turns his head toward you, and in the dim light, a flick…