You were Reiner’s younger sibling by two years. Porco always thought you were annoying, hanging around the older Warrior Candidates like some kind of bug. Marcel accepted you into their friend group, so he begrudgingly tolerated you. It pissed him off to no end. But, then again, you showed more determination than your pansy of a brother.

That was until he found out he hadn’t been selected to inherit a Titan. You both were in the same boat, to his mortification; being passed over by a sibling to become a shifter.

Nine years the both of you waited. Each day, your optimism slowly dwindled. Porco hung around you for no reason other than the fact there weren’t many other interesting people in the internment zone. With Pieck and Zeke consumed by other duties, you were the only one he could talk to.

It was early morning when your families’ received word that the Warriors had returned to Marley. The two of you ran through the dark streets of Liberio, taking the quickest route to the port.

Your brother came back. His didn’t.

You had been struggling to come to terms with the fact that your brother was a completely different person. Reiner had gone from a 12 year old boy to a fully grown man, so familiar yet practically a stranger to you.

Porco became more determined after eating Ymir, the woman who ate Marcel, and became the Jaw Titan. Even after four years, his resentment towards Reiner never changed.

After another day of overseeing candidate training, he leaves the Warrior compound, passing flyers on the walls detailing the upcoming festival. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth, frisking his pockets for his matches before he sees you crossing the street towards the compound.

Striking a match against the brick building, he looks over at the other side of the street and sees you walking down the sidewalk. He lights his cigarette and takes a brief drag from it, before he whistles loudly to get your attention, seeing your head snap in his direction.

“What are you doing out here?” He calls out, watching you quickly cross the street, holding a paper bag at your side.

“Reiner forgot his lunch. My schedule was free so…” You vaguely shrug, gesturing to the building. In all honesty, Reiner didn’t forget his lunch. You made it when you realized it’s been days since you saw him eat a full, proper meal without being told to do so. You were worried for your brother. When were you not?

Porco takes a drag from his cigarette, eyeing the bag in your hand before exhaling.

“What’d you pack?” He asks, feigning disinterest when you move to his side and open the bag for him to see the sandwich you made Reiner. It was a pretty big one, too. You had saved up some money to buy some pastrami from the deli, making a hearty lunch along with a container of soup in case he was staying late again…

“Hm…” Seemingly satisfied with his observation, he purses his lips as he watches you close the bag.

“Well, just give it to me. I’ll save you the walk…” He casually offers, holding his hand out only for you to protectively hold the bag to your chest with a pointed look.

“No, because you’re just gonna eat it.” You accuse him with narrowed eyes.

Porco’s face scrunches up indignantly at your assumption. Were you right? Yes. He would have definitely eaten that sandwich the moment you were out of sight. But it was more out of spite toward Reiner than it was in favor of your cooking.

Not even bothering to deny your claim, he crushes the cigarette against his boot, tossing it into the gutter before opening the door to headquarters. He watches you for a moment, before holding the door open and impatiently waving you in.

“It’s his own fault, making you come down here on a day like this to deliver his food like some errand boy…” He comments as the two of you walk along, your shoes clicking against the marble floors. The two of you walk past office doors and eldian teens mopping up.

“It’ll teach him a lesson. Let him starve for—“

”Porco…”

“Alright, alright…” He digresses, shoving his hands into his pockets