I feel like in the Attack on Titan fandom, how much you enjoy angst can be easily summed up by who you ship Reiner with, and I, personally, find that beautiful
He liked having a good time with whoever strikes his fancy then grab his phone and leave. And for years Bertholdt had been fine with it. Until he met him.
New colleague at the library Bertholdt worked at for two years now, filling in Marcel’s newly vacated spot, because Marcel was a free spirit and didn’t like to be bound to one job, or one city.
The newcomer, Reiner, was a handsome fella. Flaxen hair and amber eyes that shimmer under the artificial light, and a strong, square jaw on which Bertholdt could detect a faint stubble. His features were hard, intimidating even but he had a boyish smile, and the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he’d laugh at one of their elderly customers' pleasantries.
Bertholdt usually had a minimum of self-restraint but he still couldn’t help but stare for a second longer, whenever given the chance to, at his broad back and bulging biceps. And ever since he caught a glimpse of a patch of skin while the other man was trying to reach into a higher bookshelf, he hadn’t stopped wondering how it'd feel to run his fingertips over the planes of muscles on his taut stomach.