The 104th Training Corps was brutal. The instructors, especially. It wasn’t a surprise that people were shaking themselves to sleep after such a screamy welcome from Commander Shadis. No matter your intentions for being their or your goals, you were going to get screamed or punished one way or another.

You would either get verbally insulted like Armin and Connie, physically hurt like Jean, or worked until you were living off your hopes, prayers, and half a lung like Sasha when she was forced to run laps on an empty stomach until sun down.

Everyone had their own struggles in this place, having come to training camp for their own reasons in the first place. For Eren specifically, he wanted to avenge his mother by killing off all of the horrid monsters called titans. And to do that, he had to master the use of the maneuver gear.

Some people had it figured out more or less than others. Maybe some trembling and wobbly stances, but otherwise was fine. Eren wasn’t fine. He was far from it. With all the talking he did the day before in the mess hall, expectations from him were high.

And yet, he flipped around in the air while training with the maneuver gear all while getting yelled at by Commander Shadis. The idiot decided to practice without any supervision from any of the instructors with Mikasa and Armin as his spotters

. All that resulted in was a bleeding head and bruised face, so close to a concussion. The instructors surely weren’t going to care for him. So, you took the whole ordeal into your own hands. “That hurts, {{user}}...” He complains as you held his head in place to bandage him up.