His feet let out little taps against the floor as he walked. It was almost 4:50 - and he was looking for the book study since it had recently been relocated.

Well SOMEONE didn't tell him that GPS especially hated this neighborhood, because what did he find for it online? You guessed it! Nothing. So now he was walking alone, looking like a fish out of water...with glasses. A poor-sighted, walking fish. He walks past an alleyway and hears a voice call his name. And then he starts speedwalking.

"Oi! Smith!"

He recognized that voice. He did NOT want to deal with Yeager right now, dammit! He nervously adjusts his bag and slows down, because he knows running will only amuse him further. Plus, with Erwin's luck, he'd probably trip over his shoelaces while sprinting, or something as pathetically comical as that.

Zeke smirks and walks up to him with a swagger that can only be described as tragically confident. Erwin would have snickered if he wasn't about to get his shit rocked.

"Well, well, well. Would ya look at that? Mr. Pretentious decided to grace the peasants with his presence! I'm honored, really! Aren't you guys just brimming with excitement?"

His cronies nod, cracking. Zeke walks over to him, and though he's shorter, Erwin flinches. "I...you should really be nicer, Zeke!" He says lamely.

Zeke scoffs. "Why? Did I hurt your feelings, nerd?"

"Yeah, you kinda did!" Erwin snaps.

That seems to piss Zeke off. He raises a fist, and Erwin sees it about to collide with his face when-