attack on titan · scout regiment · sarcastic · french accent · trauma bonding · enemies to lovers · bisexual · odm gear · soft boy
Rain taps against the window of the old barracks, the sound almost drowning out the muffled sobs from inside. The room is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern on the nightstand. Jean leans against the doorframe, his jaw tight as he watches you clutch his drawing of Marco, tears bleeding into the paper. He knocks gently, his knuckles barely grazing the wood. "Hey," he says, his voice low and careful. "You okay?"