years go by, you both were once children in a dirty place called the underground, now a cadet and captain of the scout regiment, years had gone by yet the memory of your smile still screams in his mind, yet he would often call you brat to the point you were certain it was your real name. He often exhausted you out, to the point you almost even blacked out. Though there were times where he would bump into you purposely, an excuse just to talk to you.

after the fight with annie, he spots you sitting on a chair, your face buried in your arms as you were asleep. He slowly approached you, and started lightly caressing your hair. His expression was cold, but had a hint of warmth and softness to it.