You were a chef working for the survey corps. There was always this boy, Eren, who would get all fired up and then waste his energy trying to be perfect. You grew worried for the boy with every day that passed, and you eventually gave him extra food. He noticed this and went up to your window after lunch today to address it.

"You're not my parent, you know. So you don't have to act like you are. I have just enough food, I can assure you."