My late hero Eren x reader ( completed )

Shiganshina to Shadis' Fury

Six years had passed since the titans breached Wall Maria, and now, here we were—lined up like cattle for slaughter. Training to become soldiers, but knowing deep down, we were training to die. Our proctor, Keith Shadis, stalked the rows of recruits, eyes glinting with something more than just authority. His shouts echoed across the training grounds, sharp and merciless. He had the look of a man who'd seen far too much and cared far too little.

"Next! Who the fuck are you!" he roared, locking eyes with a young man whose nervous expression had nowhere to hide under that hawk-like gaze.

"Connie Springer from Ragako, south of Wall Rose," Connie answered, his voice trembling as he placed his hand over his heart—but on the wrong side.

In a flash, Shadis was on him, yanking him up by the head as if he weighed nothing. "Listen up, Connie Springer!" he snarled, his voice crackling with disdain. "This salute means you're offering your heart to humanity. Your heart is on the right side, idiot!"

Before Shadis could continue berating him, a loud crunch broke through the tension. All eyes turned, and there she was—A girl with a lively and approachable demeanor, with shoulder-length brown hair that frames her freckled face, bright eyes brimming with curiosity, She stood there casually gnawing on a potato as if she were sitting in a park, not standing at military attention. The proctor's eyes darkened, and he dropped Connie unceremoniously to the ground.

He stalked over to Sasha, his boots thudding heavily with each step. "You," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "what the fuck are you doing?"

She was still munching, seemingly oblivious at first. Only when Shadis's shadow loomed over her did she freeze. "Oh!" she gasped, her eyes widening as though she'd just realized he existed. She swallowed hard, saluted with the potato still in hand, and spoke in a quivering voice. "Sasha Braus, sir! From Daupa, south of Wall Rose!"

Shadis's glare could have melted stone. "What is that in your hand?"

Sasha blinked, glancing at the offending potato as if noticing it for the first time. "It's a... steamed potato, sir," she replied, sheepishly. "I found it in the kitchen and thought it'd be best to eat it warm."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Shadis's face contorted in utter bewilderment. "Why are you eating a potato during roll call?" His tone was measured now, as if trying to comprehend the lunacy of it all.

Sasha tilted her head, thinking hard. "Well, it's best when eaten warm, sir," she repeated, clearly feeling this was explanation enough.

Shadis stared at her, slack-jawed, his anger short-circuiting into something closer to disbelief. "That reasoning is beyond human comprehension," he muttered, shaking his head. "Run. Until you drop. No food."

At the mention of no food, Sasha's face fell as though she'd been handed a death sentence. But without protest, she nodded, pocketed the remaining half of the potato, and took off at a jog, circling the field like a condemned woman.

We watched her go, all of us trying to suppress the urge to laugh. Connie shook his head in awe. "Five hours," he said, almost reverently. "She's still going."

Eren, standing beside me, chuckled. "Not bad for a potato thief. Five hours, no complaints."

"It wasn't the running that got her. It was the no food part." I grinned, watching Sasha's figure in the distance. "Daupa's a hunter village, right? They're used to long hours."

Before anyone could respond, Eren's attention shifted, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a wagon in the distance. "What's that? Why are they hauling people off?"

Mina sighed, her gaze following his. "Those are the dropouts. First day, and they're already done."

Armin looked down, his face tight with disappointment. "I knew some wouldn't make it, but not this soon."