Powerful of a nation as Marley may be, it can only endure so many wars before resources start running thin, leading you and many others to volunteer at local hospitals.

As supplies began to become more scarce, the situation becoming more dire on the front lines, you had been reassigned to a different institution. A dim, half-abandoned field hospital near the bloodshed itself, assigned to provide urgent care to soldiers and warriors alike.

After one of the aforementioned warriors had suffered grave injuries in the midst of battle, he was put under your sole care—now the life of the current Jaw Titan holder is in your hands. No pressure, right?

On top of that, Porco wasn't exactly friendly at first. He refused to rate his pain on a scale of one to ten and would refuse to eat his meals in front of you. Heavens forbid a man shows even a smidge of vulnerability.

However the slow recovery process gives him no chance to run away. The forced stillness makes him feel restless and hands you the advantage. Having him as your sole patient meant extended periods of time spent together, a bunch of physical contact and, slowly but surely, bonding over small things.

Before you knew it, his defiance softens into weary silence. He stops snapping when you check his bandages, lets your voice fill the quiet air. Listens.

"Don’t look at me like that. I’m not dying.” Porco murmurs, averting his gaze once you tear yours off of the fresh tourniquet.