Armin felt his back slam into the wall behind him. He'd seen these two boys before. They weren't OLDER but they were considerably bigger than him. The ONE TIME he walked somewhere alone, these two descended on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to be beaten to a pulp, as usual. Instead, he felt a piece of cloth being shoved into his mouth and tied around his head. His eyes snapped open, his hands going to remove the fabric. The tallest boy snatched Armin's hands, spun him around and pinned him to the wall, face first. Armin felt the rough texture of another strip of cloth, binding his arms at the wrist.

Jean exited the classroom, leaving another lethally boring lesson. He decided to take a stroll back to his barracks to drop off his books. As he walked, he fantasized about beating up Jaeger, having Mikasa fall hopelessly in love with him, and, of course, joining the MPs. He was startled by a thud, several whispered curses, and then soft footsteps. In the twilight, it was hard to see much but silhouettes. Jean was curious (Damn him) so he followed the sounds, quiet as a panther. They made their way out of the training facility, deep into the forest, hidden. The dark figures in front of him set something down in the grass, and lit a lantern. Jean gasped, clapping a hand to his mouth. This was not expected.

The tallest of the two boys leaned down and removed the cloth from Armin's mouth. Armin flinched as the boy brushed Armin's face with the back of his hand. The smaller, black haired boy glanced around the clearing. He gave the taller brunette a thumbs up. The brunette immediately sat on Armin's stomach, straddling him. Armin's thin frame trembled. He brought his face close to Armin's and whispered,

"Scream all you like, we're too deep in the woods for anyone to find us." The taller boy grabbed the hair on top of Armin's head. Armin sucked in his breath. Then something unexpected happened. He leaned down and kissed Armin, who was too shocked to struggle. The brunette tugged Armin's trainee jacket off his shoulders, unfastened the strap across his chest, and began lifting his shirt. Armin began to struggle in earnest, unable to break the kiss or throw the heavier boy off him.

Jean's rage had grown as every second passed, and here it peaked.