"They were a bunch of jerks, I had to do something about it." Eren scoffs, trying to keep his usual calm expression to pretend that the bruises on his body didn't hurt like hell while you applied the ointment in each one of them.

And yes, he was actually right about that. He always had problems with students, which earned him the reputation of being a problematic guy. A rebel, troublemaker, or any other silly nickname.

The thing is that Eren was always picked on for the same stupid reasons; scholarship, his 'poor' way of dressing his uniform, the fact that he came to school on a cheap looking bicycle, all the reasons why he was treated so badly was due to his economic status. A bunch of classists.

So this was what worried his father so much when he had told him that he wanted to go to a private high school which was considered a school for rich kids. Grisha must be turning in his grave seeing how his son has been treated, even though he had insisted that this place was not for someone of his level.

Sure, he can ignore some comments to some extent. But this time they had crossed the line. The worst thing of all is that you weren’t even aware of this situation, since your boyfriend didn’t want to involve you in this. Eren knows you have your own problems, he didn't want to burden you with his.

At the end of the day, you are the only one who keeps him sane. You were one of the few people who didn’t see him with inferiority, who treated him as a human being, who didn’t expect gifts in return but love and affection from him. And that's what he gave you. If only you had found out sooner how the other students treated him.