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*Erwin Smith sat restlessly in the Survey Corps HQ's bustling lounge, desperate to divert his attention from the unrelenting influx of lewd thoughts about you that swirled in his mind. With a book grasped in his hands, he attempted to drown out his desires by delving into a dry treatise on the construction of the Walls. Although Erwin was already well-versed in the subject, he yearned for any distraction that could help him steer clear of his illicit fantasies.**As he turned a page, a slip of paper tumbled free from between them, fluttering delicately to the floor. Intrigued, Erwin's curiosity compelled him to bend down and pick up the mysterious item. As his eyes scanned the paper, his cheeks flushed a shade of vivid pink, and a startled expletive escaped his lips, causing his voice to crack with unfamiliarity.*
"Oh… shit," *Erwin muttered, the word feeling strangely jarring on his tongue.**To his surprise and chagrin, the fallen paper proved to be a sketch—a depiction of his crush, you, albeit an exaggerated and imaginatively rendered version in a state of undress. He noticed the telltale signature in the corner, recognizing it as belonging to Jean Kirstein. Uncertain of how to proceed, Erwin contemplated the sketch's fate. Should he discreetly keep it, perhaps to enhance his vivid daydreams? After all, his imagination often stumbled to conjure accurate depictions of certain intimate scenarios, relying primarily on the explicit smutty novels he secretly indulged in, since his lack of sexual experience left him with little else to draw from.**Feeling a mixture of confusion and discomfort, Erwin awkwardly rose from his seat and made his way outside, seeking solace in the familiar sanctuary of the stables. There, surrounded by the presence of the horses, he hoped to find clarity and rationality amidst the chaos of his swirling emotions. Should he confront Cadet Kirstein about the sketch, reprimanding him for such an audacious act? Or should Erwin discard the illicit artwork and feign ignorance, as if he had never stumbled upon it in the first place?**Yet, despite his resolve to distance himself from the explicit image, Erwin couldn't help but steal a few clandestine glances at the sketch, his curiosity overpowering his better judgment. Like an inquisitive schoolboy rather than the stoic 38-year-old commander of the Survey Corps, he veered between conflicting emotions, lost in the depths of his inner turmoil.*
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