After I realise the horde of curious students won't be dying down any time soon, I decide I won't be eating today. Or, at least, I will, but in the comfort of somewhere a little more private. I push through the crowd and ignore everything as I place an order at Subway (which I'm thankful for this place having. Every other source of food in the hall is pretty mediocre.). I bring it outside with me and go to sit on a bench. It seems like I'm safe out here, because all those assholes in the hall decide to go back to their food once I'm out of the vicinity.

It's nice out here. Maybe a little chilly, but it's relaxing. There's the occasional bird tweeting from the trees and a calm breeze that blows away the steam from my coffee.

There's also nobody there to ruin it. It's just me, alone.

Having this lazy little picnic makes me realise something. I like being alone. For a while now, I've been shunning myself, saying that I could be hanging out with people more often even if I don't want to. However, I went out last night and see how that ended? I got attacked!

I'm starting to think I don't want to meet this other werewolf. Not because I'm afraid, but more because I feel I don't need to. Great, I know I'm not the only one around here. But then what? Do I become best friends with them just because we both have the same curse? What if they think they can use me? I don't have time for people whining to me about their problems.

They could also be a total jackass like Eren.

I'm gonna be honest here and say, maybe I got a little overexcited. I was surprised, I guess. I've been alone like this for so long that I've started to believe I really am the only one. When that thing came running at me, it startled me and reminded me of that whole notion. It convinced me I was wrong.

I've nearly finished my sandwich when I get a text. I have to rapidly find a place to put down the rest of my food on the bench, because I only have one hand to do it with right now.

From: Sasha
something weird is happening. ppl are saying you weren't the only person who got attacked.

To: Sasha
so? why should it matter to me?

From: Sasha
he targeted ppl from the incident.

I still don't know exactly why I should care. I mean, of course I was involved in the incident. I caused it. But still, as long as this other guy doesn't try to break my other arm, I really don't think it matters all that much. I don't text Sasha back, hoping she won't bug me with this stupid thing any more. Of course, that's when I get another text.

From: Reiner
this is Bertholdt. I don't have your number but we need to talk.

Okay, so, about what? You haven't tried to speak to me since the last attack, what makes you think I will now? I'm guessing this is going to have something to do with last night. I'm not interested. People should start to think about that. I decide not to dignify him with a response, either.

Taking one last sulky bite out of my sandwich, I head back to my room. I still haven't finished my coffee, but it's lukewarm now so I shove it into an overflowing bin.

When I get back, I take in my surroundings a little more than I had when I woke up. Eren's mattress is still in pieces, so I'm assuming he slept over Armin's with Mikasa last night. I still haven't received an explanation as to why I wasn't left in hospital. I sit at the head of my bed and open my laptop, which had been left on the floor.

I log into facebook and mindlessly scroll through the news feed. Sasha's been posting pictures of her food again, as if this is Instagram or something. Connie's posted a picture of himself with the Titans. It's pretty funny, seeing the height difference between him and Reiner. It'd be even funnier if Bertholdt was in the picture, but it seems like he was too shy or something.

There's also a headline from Trost Uni's page. It's about last night. This must be how everyone knew about it. I'll admit, I am feeling a little curious about who actually got attacked. When Sasha said they targeted people from last year's incident, which people did she mean exactly? I open the page and read through the article.

After the exciting match between the Trost Titans and the Garrison, many of us were surprised when an attack that paralleled the famous werewolf incident from last year occurred. Witnesses say it happened around midnight, and three people were left injured. All three victims are associated with our university, with two being students and one being Professor Erwin Smith.

I scan the article a few times to see if I can find out who the last victim was. I know I'm one of them, but who's the third person? I mean, I'm not entirely interested in knowing who the attacker was any more, but I'm sure there are other people who are curious.

One of the victims, who has requested we keep anonymous, told us that...

I stop reading. That was so useful. I guess it helps to know that Erwin was hurt too, but then, I kinda expected that. As far as I know, there's only two other people this third person could be. On one hand, it might've been Reiner. I think we've all covered the fact that he was the prime witness the first time around. On the other hand...

Jeez, I actually kinda want to find the culprit now. If Marco was the third person, then whoever thought it was a good idea to hurt the poor guy more than he's already been damaged, well, they're just low. I know last night I was pissed off with him, but I'd had a bit to drink and admit it - he provoked me. I would still never, ever wish any more harm on him after what it did.

I change my mind. I have to know who this other werewolf is.

I feel like some kind of detective. I'm gonna go out and solve crimes.

Now I sound like a four year old... but mark my word, if that guy hurt Marco, this has already gone too far.

First things first, I need to confront Professor Erwin Smith. If anyone knows anything, it's him. I shut off my laptop and walk swiftly to his office.

When I arrive, I see the damage from last night hasn't been totally cleared up yet. The doors are partly off their hinges. I attempt to knock one without pushing it down completely, because it looks like he's atleast made an effort to make them appear untouched.

"Come in." I hear a slightly preoccupied voice from inside.

I step in and the destruction leaves me staggered. The whole room looks like a bomb site. There's paperwork over the floors and trace evidence of blood. Something clearly happened in here. Poor Erwin, he's trying to tidy it all up. I decide to pick up a few of the files on the floor and place them on his desk.

"Thank you, Jean. Now, what've come here for? I wouldn't suppose it has something to do with last night, by any chance?" He looks up at me and holds out his hand for me to shake. I gesture to my sling and he puts his arm by his side again, which I notice has a few cuts and bruises.

"Right, sorry. I forgot you were one of the people he went for." He apologises, but I don't completely buy it.

"Who was 'he' though? And why was he locked in your office?" I get straight to the point. I've got no time to chat. A serious expression forms across the professor's face. His eyebrows look even bigger now, if that's possible. They always look huge anyway.

"'He' has requested not to be revealed to the public." He tells me, rather casually.

"You still haven't answered the other question though. Why was he locked up in here?" I step closer a little. He scratches the back of his neck and looks over at the blood stains, which are dotted over the wall.

"I needed to restrain him somehow."

"That totally worked, didn't it? I mean, that explains why me and one other person are completely unharmed, right?" I feel irate, mostly at the way he's avoiding telling me the truth. I actually laugh a small bit. I don't think I've been this passive-aggressive in a long while.

"You retained the worst damage, I promise." He informs me.

"So? How about that other victim? Even if it was just a little damage, if that guy was who I think it is, that's going to be the emotional equivalent of a hundred broken bones." I raise my voice. Even I didn't know I cared this much.

"Jean, there's a lot of things that you're eventually going to have to find out about. For now, I think it's better if you just leave it for a while. I assure you, we'll get this sorted out but until then..." He gestured towards the door. I turn around without another word and leave. My muscles are tense and honestly, I'm seething. I hold it in mostly because I respect him.

Hours later, I'm still pretty angry. I haven't been totally sure of what to do with myself, so I've been lazing around in my room. At about five in the afternoon, the door opens. The guy who opened it practically falls over when he gets in, and he's immediately followed by... a mattress?

Oh, right. It's Eren. Looks like he got a new one. He stands up and pulls the soft, white rectangle through the door. It's followed by a few other people. Mikasa's holding the other end, and Sasha walks in just behind.

"Ah, jeez... Hey, Jean, can you help out a little? You were the one who destroyed my old one, after all." Eren groans. How heavy is that thing? Last I checked, Eren was pretty strong.

"He has a broken arm, lay off him a little." Sasha responds on my behalf.

I watch the three struggle to replace the old mattress with the new one, and Eren immediately flops on top of it when they're done.

"This one's nicer, actually..." He mumbles, lisping through his pillow.

"What did you say to him last night?" I ask Eren, still angry despite his moderately funny effort to bring in the mattress. Heturns and looks right at me, a deadpan expression forming on his boyish face.

"I told him he pissed you off."

"Why? Why then? I know you don't like me but I didn't think you were one for causing drama. Or have I got you wrong, Eren Jaeger? Are you even more of a jackass than I first thought?" I release all my feelings in one go. He pulls himself off his bed.

"I thought he had a right to know." He stepped towards me.

"There's nothing wrong with Marco. It's what happened that hurts. You know that." I retaliate, standing up and looking down at him.

He pauses for a moment, stringing together a sentence in his mind.

"I think you owe him an apology."

I raise my arm - the one that's not broken, and prepare to punch him. He has a cold, hard stare that just makes me want to beat him up. Before I can relieve myself, I feel a tickle behind my ear.

No.

"Sasha, get off." I mutter, not taking my eyes off Eren. It's too late though.

This is beyond embarrassing. At some point, Sasha figured out that this is one of my Stupid. Fucking. Weaknesses.

I feel my muscles weaken a little.

I hate her so much right now.

She's scratching behind my ear.

It's a little known fact that this actually works on people like me, and it's terrible. I feel a little ashamed to admit that I secretly like it.

She catches me off guard and shoves me back onto my bed. She's still doing it, petting me like a puppy. It's ridiculous. For the love of god, stop, for the sake of my dignity.

"You're such a dog, Jean." I hear Eren say. Nope. That's the limit. I think Sasha's gonna make another fluff joke, because suddenly there's fur everywhere and I'm lying back on my own tail, which is extremely uncomfortable. I have to roll over on to my side, and Sasha still won't stop.

I can hear Eren laughing. Great.

"This is why I bought you a tennis ball for your birthday." He sniggers.

"You know, Eren, I could always remind these two of that time you accidentally turned into a frog." Mikasa finally speaks, and it's glorious. I see Eren go bright crimson and his eyes flash red for a moment.

"We're not supposed to talk about that." He hisses.

Eventually Sasha stops, but there's an annoying, shit-eating grin on her face.

"You're kinda adorable like this, you know."

I decide to once again give her this moment, even if it is embarrassing as fuck. She's just someone you can't really get mad at.