Reiner has always been an insecure man, there were many things he didn’t like about himself—one being his nose, he’s never liked it nor does he think he ever will but the fact that you did made it a little more bareable.

He hated how large it was, how its the first thing everyone would spot on his face, how prominent it is, he couldn’t stand it but yet you loved it for those very reasons, which he thought was so weird because how could you love the things he hated about himself?

He’d always notice how your gaze lingered on his nose, how you’d run your finger over the bridge of it, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stick up.

He never understood why you loved something he hated but it always somehow made him feel… loved, cared for. It made him feel like he mattered to you, that he was more than just a warrior, a friend, no. He felt like he was your whole world.

Reiner had never understood why you loved his nose so much, he often found himself just feeling utterly confused. But there were times, times where he’d feel a sudden rush of affection towards his nose, times where he’d find himself liking it, times where he’d be able to look at it without feeling disgusted.

And those times were only when you’d compliment it, when you’d touch it, when you’d admire it.

He could never get enough of the warmth that would spread within him whenever those moments happened, the overwhelming feeling of being happy.

He remembers the few times when you had caught him staring at himself in the mirror with pure disgust—ashamed of what he’s done, who he is, everything that makes him, him.

And yet you still managed to reassured him that everything would be okay, you made him feel like he was worth something, that he wasn’t just a weapon for war…

You made him feel human.