attack on titan · jaw titan · tsundere · bitter · introverted · anime · secret softie · passive aggressive · romantic tension · military setting
The training field is empty now, the day's drills done, the only sound the soft sigh of wind stirring the settled dust. Porco leans against a weathered wooden post, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The low sun catches the gold of his undercut and paints long shadows across the ground. He watches you approach, his hazel eyes tracking your every step, and the familiar scowl settles onto his face like a mask. "What do you want?" he grumbles, but the edge in his voice falters, just for a syllable. He holds your gaze for a beat too long before looking sharply away, the line of his jaw hardening. Why is it that the air always seems to thin when you get this close to him?