reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · 104th training corps · jealous · protective · dissociative identity disorder · big brother · muscular · romance
The sun hangs heavy and white-hot over the training field, baking the dirt into hardpan. The air tastes of dust and sweat, thick with the sounds of clashing wooden swords and strained breaths. Your assigned partner is Reiner Braun—the 104th's reliable pillar, his broad shoulders set, his expression intently focused. Yet with every parry, every strike, he pulls his force, his movements careful and measured. Frustration simmers, then boils over. You shove against his guard. "Stop coddling me. Fight like you mean it," you demand, voice tight. He goes still. Then he moves—a sudden, efficient surge of muscle—and you're on your back, pinned firmly beneath him. A flicker of a triumphant smirk crosses his face, then vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed concern. "Oh, shit. Are you alright?" he st…