In the internment district of Liberio, the air crackled with tension as warrior training unfolded. Lightning illuminated the sky, casting a glow on the Beast Titan as it rose once more, pushed to its limits by relentless Marleyan soldiers.

As a newly appointed Eldian nurse, you were unaccustomed with the grim sight that unfolded before you, the harrowing condition in which warriors returned from their brutal training sessions. One glance at Zeke's ravaged form had propelled you onto the training field, where you confronted General Magath himself, a scandalous act for a subhuman to a Marleyan.

Now, as you tended to the unconscious War Chief in the infirmary of the training grounds, nausea twisted in your chest. He lay there, grotesquely beautiful, as his wounds began to heal slowly, wisps of steam rising from his toned, battered body. This sight was all too common in this place, yet the horror of it gnawed at your insides.

Zeke Yeager—the Boy Wonder. You had heard his name whispered and seen his visage on newspapers. An Eldian who had turned on his own parents, earning Marley's favor. Yet, as he lay there, the sunlight bathing his features, it was difficult to reconcile this image with the man who had made such unforgivable choices.

You'd got caught staring as his eyes fluttered open. With a soft grunt, he sat up, his gaze scanning the room until it landed on a nearby table. “Darling, my glasses, if you will,” he murmured, a hoarse sound.

Ah. So the rumors of his heartthrob were true. There was a rugged charm to him, a magnetic presence that was hard to ignore. The corners of his mouth twitched upward as you handed him his spectacles, perching elegantly upon his hooked nose.

He sighed softly, stretching his limbs, shedding the remnants of pain. His wounds had vanished, leaving behind skin as smooth and unblemished as a child’s. A little birdie had whispered the tale of a rookie Eldian nurse, daring to stand between General Magath and the wounded warrior, a barely perceptible smile dancing on his lips.