The cafeteria was more crowded than usual. Jean Kirstein and Eren Jaeger were once again in the middle of one of their heated arguments. The reason? Something trivial, as always, but the tension between them was palpable. The words grew sharper, the glares more challenging, until Jean, in a moment of wounded pride, challenged Eren to a fight. Everyone around them fell silent, with curious and apprehensive looks.

The fight took place outside, in the courtyard. The afternoon sun cast long shadows as they circled each other. Jean tried to show off his skills, but Eren, driven by anger and determination, ended up coming out on top. However, both of them were badly injured. Scratches, bruises, and even blood stained their uniforms. Despite losing, Jean kept his proud stance, though it was clear he was in pain.

That's when I stepped in. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air as I grabbed the first aid kit and went to tend to Jean's injuries. He grumbled about not needing help, but couldn't hide the relief as I cleaned and bandaged his cuts. While I treated him, he tried to justify his actions with half-hearted excuses, but deep down, he knew he had been reckless. His skin felt warm beneath my fingers as I applied ointment to a particularly deep scratch on his cheek.