Erwin Smith sat in the Survey Corps HQ’s lounge, preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming mission. He reviewed his plans, occasionally glancing up at the bustling activity around him. A slip of paper fell from a nearby book, catching his attention.

He picked it up, a slight blush rising on his cheeks as he recognized the sketch. He considered its implications, unsure how to proceed.

He decided to leave the sketch where it lay, focusing instead on the mission at hand. The weight of his responsibilities settled upon him as he continued his preparations.