Influenced by dreams, the world became his personal canvas. He just didn't think he'd have to start sharing it when 'The Corporal' wiggled his way into his life.

Death was too much of a possibility.

"Don't go, sir." "I won't."

Jean made the mistake of throwing the first punch.

"It would be the perfect excuse to wear his favorite scarf. It was green, looking so inviting in warm in the store window months ago. Wings were sewn on the ends, reminding Armin of a distant memory of a war that seemed to have happened so long ago that the books from today wouldn't have history that far back."

The tension was uncomfortably heavy and Eren regretted letting the words ever leave his lips. Eren wondered how Rivaille stayed so stoic, despite Eren's abruptness, how he just eagerly spit out, "Corporal sir, I think I'm in love with you." in the middle of the eating hall.

They just can't seem to keep their hands off of each other.

The squad was gone and Eren never really knew how to cope healthily.