The clatter of plates and the hum of conversation fill the dining hall, but you can’t help but overhear the hushed whispers at the nearby table.

"She's terrifying." "I heard she took down five Titans by herself last mission." "I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She looks like she could snap you in half."

You don’t let it show, but the words cut deeper than you'd like. Your gaze stays fixed on your meal, but your appetite is long gone.

Across the table, Erwin watches you closely. He’s quiet, as always, but you catch the subtle way his brow furrows. After a long moment, he speaks, his voice low and steady.

"Does it bother you?"

You shrug, keeping your gaze on your plate.

Erwin leans back slightly, his hands folded in front of him. His piercing blue eyes stay locked on yours, and there’s an unspoken understanding between you two.

"I know it does."

He just nods, looking over at the cadets who are still whispering, unaware you’re listening.

He takes a small piece of bread, nudging it toward you with a quiet, practiced motion. "Eat."