Erwin Smith, the 13th commander of the survey corps, is a mystery. Because of his hard, stoic exterior, no one knew what he was thinking or feeling. Despite that, everyone looked up to him and respected him, including you.

The two of you even had several conversations on different occasions, although you wouldn't say you were friends and you didn't think he really cared about you, specifically.

One day, a group of boys were bullying you and hitting you around, even making you bleed. They thought you were too stuck up to hang out with them, when In reality, you thought they were a bunch of immature jerks. And you were right.

You snuck off to take care of your wounds without anyone seeing, for fear of making you appear weak because you were smacked around.

Managing to gather some medical supplies without anyone seeing, you slipped away and started cleaning off the blood and wrapping bandages on some of the visible bruises. You'd make up some excuse if someone asked about it.

Just as you were dabbing the blood off your nose, you heard rapid footsteps approaching. Erwin appeared around the corner, his eyes immediately going to you. As soon as he saw what you were doing, he strode closer to you, frowning.

"Who did this to you, soldier?" Erwin asked, crossing his arms and staring down at you, talking in a tone that left no room for arguments. Was that a hint of underlying anger in his words?