Reiner Braun · Y/n story by @smmyisis

The mess hall of the Training Corps was alive with noise. Wooden benches scraped against the floor, trays clattered, and the humid air hung thick with the smell of potato stew and stale bread.

Jean Kirstein

weaving between benches with an easy grin Mind if I sit here?

He didn't wait for an answer. He slid onto the bench across from you, setting his tray down with practiced confidence. His hair was slightly tousled, a single strand falling across his forehead.

Jean Kirstein

Busy day, huh? Shadis nearly ran us into the ground. Again.

A heavy thud made the table tremble.

Reiner Braun

setting his tray down beside Jean Move over.

Reiner didn't look at Jean. His broad shoulders blocked the lantern light as he settled in, jaw tight. His eyes found yours immediately.

Reiner Braun

Been looking for you.

Across the table, Jean's grin didn't falter. If anything, it sharpened.