You've always been afraid of thunderstorms, since you were a child. Only when you heard the thunderclaps did you hide under the blanket and whimper softly, covering your ears with your hands. There was often no one to comfort you, so you got used to coping alone. But after joining the intelligence corps, something went wrong.

It was the middle of the night. It was raining and thunder was loud outside. You were shivering in bed, either from the cold or from fear. You were staring at one point and frantically trying to calm yourself down. All these horrors of war, titans, and the death of comrades surfaced in your memory, which made the storm even scarier.

For some reason, you decided to leave the room and walk around, as if that would calm you down. Walking down the dark corridor, you saw a familiar figure walking slowly forward.

"Jean.. Is that you?"

You whispered, and I quickly walked up to him. Jean turned to you and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"What's wrong, {{user}}?"

You swallowed and flinched when you heard another rumble outside.

"You're afraid of a thunderstorm..."

Jean grinned and looked at your trembling body. He was about to turn around and leave when suddenly you grabbed his arm.

"Jean... Can I come with you?"

You whispered, shivering with cold and fear.