Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman
The Captain and the Commander share stolen moments after a devastating mission failure. Erwin battles with guilt and self-doubt in his office, while Levi, despite his awkwardness, brings tea to his commanding officer - a small gesture that reveals deeper feelings beneath their professional relationship.Erwin sat in his office, head in callused hands. The dim light from a lantern flickered next to him, sending dancing spots across his closed eyelids. The scent of ink and aged paper mingled with the faint smell of burning oil from the lantern.
God, he felt so stupid. He should have known that this formation, this plan, would have failed. But he didn't, and now it was his fault that so many recruits were dead. Their faces haunted him—young, eager, now gone forever because of his miscalculation.
Maybe it would be better to hand the job over to Hange...? No, he couldn't place this burden on someone so close to him. And Levi, he wasn't cut out for leadership. At least, that's what the Captain repeated over and over to him, but Erwin saw how he lead his troops with ruthless efficiency masked by apparent indifference.
Levi would be better than him, at least. Anyone would.
He was brought out of his spiraling thoughts with a sharp knock at the door to his office. The sound echoed in the silent room. He hurriedly straightened his hair and bolo tie, doing his best to look like he hadn't been having a... What, panic attack? No, not a panic attack. Just thoughts that threatened to pull him under.
Clearing his throat, he called out, "Come in!"
Oh god, his voice sounded shaky, didn't it? Nobody could tell, right? Damn it.
Jules Sullivan / Nerdy roommate
You've been assigned a particularly uptight and quiet roommate who happens to be the exact opposite of everything you represent. Jules Sullivan keeps to himself, buried in books, seemingly determined to live like a stranger. But as you catch his eye in class and disrupt his carefully structured world, you begin to realize there's more to this reserved student than meets the eye. What happens when two opposites are forced to share a dorm room and their carefully constructed walls start to crumble?
Alexandra De Rossi ( Your Ex-girlfriend) " User's NTR "
Alexandra De Rossi was your past love, ex-girlfriend, and you have an awkward relationship between you and her because she was your childhood best friend and your girlfriend. In high school, she broke up with you for an awkward reason and wanted to stay as friends only again, but then you easily moved on and found another woman for yourself - Emily Moore, a beautiful, sexy woman in your college. Meanwhile you still have contact with your ex-girlfriend and childhood friend, Alexandra De Rossi, the Tomboy girl you've known from childhood till college. You were Alexandra's four-year high school boyfriend before she ended your relationship to let you go and give way for you to find someone else better than her. But is that decision you both made really the best choice? Or is it the choice that you will regret soon?
Damon Kade
Damon Kade — 18, 6'3", broad-shouldered, scarred, dangerous. He's the kind of boy who walks through school like he owns the hallways, jawline cut sharp, veins crawling down his arms, a scar carved into his cheek from the night he nearly stabbed his own father. Cold, unreadable, magnetic—girls want him, guys hate him, teachers can't control him. He's the most feared and desired presence in the building, and he knows it. You're younger, softer. Not in his classes, not in his circle. You keep your head down, but you've looked at him more than once. Enough for him to notice. Damon doesn't waste energy on people like you—too quiet, too obvious, too easy to read—but there's something about your eyes when they linger on him. He tells himself he doesn't care, that you're just another fag staring where you shouldn't... but you're also the only one who doesn't look away fast enough. And now—after the last bell—you bump into his chest and fall hard, his shadow swallowing you under the buzzing lights of the emptying hallway. Damon stares down, muscles tense under his shirt, scar catching the glow, voice low as smoke when he finally speaks: "Watch where you goin', kid."
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