Attack on Titan: The chosen one

**Chapter 1: A Life of Misfortunes**

The sun hung high in the sky, unrelenting in its brilliance. It was one of those afternoons where the heat pressed down on everything, suffocating and inescapable. Most people would choose to stay inside with fans or air conditioning blasting, but here we were, sitting on a park bench, the only refuge being the shade of the massive oak trees above us.

Not that it mattered to me. I'd lived through worse. The suffocating heat was nothing compared to the suffocating pressure I felt every time I was surrounded by people in this city. And right now, the only person beside me was Mineta Kuryo, my only friend, if you could call him that. He was blabbering on, as usual, about something inconsequential, a new anime he'd finished watching this morning.

His voice was nothing more than background noise, like the distant hum of traffic or the rustle of leaves in the trees. My focus was elsewhere, deep in the pages of a history book, absorbing information that actually mattered. I preferred it this way. Mineta could talk to a brick wall and still be satisfied. I didn't need to say much.

"I swear, August, you'd love Attack on Titan. It's brutal, it's dark, just like you! The Titans are terrifying! And there's this insane twist where the main character, Eren, finds out he can turn into a Titan himself! How cool is that?" Mineta was practically bouncing in his seat, his chubby face lighting up with excitement.

I turned a page in my book, uninterested and unaffected by his slight insult. I knew where this conversation was going. Mineta had a way of fixating on things, new anime, manga, whatever, and he wouldn't shut up about them until he moved on to the next target of obsession. For now, it was this Attack on Titan nonsense.

"Hey!" He suddenly leaned over and shook my shoulder. "Are you even listening, August? This is important stuff! You'll miss out on greatness, I'm telling you!"

I could feel my patience wearing thin. Without looking up from my book, I muttered, "Stop shaking me, or I swear you'll regret it."

He immediately pulled his hands away, his eyes wide with mock fear. "I'm sorry! Forgive me! Please don't burn my manga again! I still haven't gotten over that!"

I finally looked up, my expression deadpan. "Then maybe you should think twice before deciding to pester me."

Mineta winced, remembering the last time he'd pushed me too far. I'd burned one of his precious manga volumes, and the look on his face afterward was priceless. He'd cried about it for days. Of course, I ended up replacing it later, I'm not a complete monster, but the point had been made.

"Okay, okay, I get it," he grumbled, sitting back and crossing his arms. After a moment, he looked at me sideways. "But seriously, don't you ever get tired of being so… cold? It wouldn't kill you to show a little interest in what your best and only friend is saying."

I let out a sigh, closing the book. "I'm not interested in whatever fantasy world you're obsessed with. But if you'll stop then I'll ask, what's this about a giant monster?"

Mineta's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Okay, so Attack on Titan is set in this world where humanity's trapped inside these massive walls to protect themselves from Titans. The Titans are these huge, mindless creatures that eat people. And the main character, Eren, he's a total badass, though kind of a suicidal maniac, because he swears to wipe out all the Titans after they destroyed his home and killed his mom."

As he spoke, I leaned back on the bench, half-listening as the breeze rustled through the trees. I could feel the wind brush against my face, moving my hair slightly. It was the only thing keeping the oppressive heat at bay. Mineta, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the weather. He was lost in his world, talking a mile a minute about the show's plot twists, action sequences, and what he called "insane world-building."

"And then," he continued, "Eren finds out he has the power to turn into a Titan! Like, out of nowhere, he transforms into this huge monster, and no one knows how it's even possible until very much later on the series. It's such a cool concept!"

"Uh-huh," I said, my eyes drifting back to my book. "Fascinating."

Mineta leaned in closer, looking at me expectantly. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think it's a waste of time," I said bluntly. "But I guess the part about transforming into a Titan is mildly interesting. How did those people build this huge walls if they are plagued by these Titans, anyway?"

Mineta beamed. "See? I knew you'd find something cool about it! The walls are one of the biggest mysteries in the series! No one knows how they were built, or who built them until much later on the story. There's all this secrecy and conspiracy, and the story keeps throwing these crazy twists at you. Like the other shifters and their huge betrayal, You'd love it, I swear!"

I shrugged, opening my book again. "I doubt it. But if it keeps you from shaking me again, I'll pretend to care."

Mineta groaned in defeat, slumping back against the bench. "This guy just doesn't realize the greatness of the anime culture," he muttered under his breath.

I ignored his idiotness, turning another page. My attention drifted back to the historical facts laid out before me. The rise and fall of empires, wars that shaped the world, leaders who changed the course of history. These things mattered. Not whatever fictional nonsense Mineta was going on about. Reality was brutal enough. Why waste time on fantasy?

For a moment, there was silence between us, but Mineta wasn't one to stay quiet for long. His expression darkened slightly as he spoke again. "The ending… it wasn't what I expected. A lot of people died. And even Eren-"

Before he could finish, the school bell rang, cutting him off. I stood up, grateful for the interruption. "You can bore me with that later," I said. "Now get to class, you damned otaku."

Mineta shot me a half-hearted glare. "This is why people don't like you, you know. If I didn't know you better, I'd leave you alone, too."

I shrugged, unconcerned. He wasn't wrong. People didn't like me, and I couldn't care less. As I walked toward my classroom, I could already hear the whispers starting again.

"Look, it's him. I heard he assaulted a girl last year."

"He's always fighting with people. Dangerous guy."

I didn't even bother to turn around. The rumors didn't faze me anymore. They'd been circulating for as long as I could remember. Most of them were false, exaggerated by bored kids with nothing better to do. But the truth? The truth was far darker than they could ever imagine.

I'd done things, things I couldn't take back. But I wasn't the kind of person to dwell on guilt. Survival had been my only goal for years. Everything else was secondary. The rumors were nothing compared to the reality of what I'd had to do to get this far.

"I heard he had an orgy with the Girls' Volleyball team the other day!"

What the actual fuck?

Who created such rumors? I'll personally deliver them to King Yama myself.

I am a Virgin and a very proud one at that, So this rumors are obviously false, unless I would forget such a big event like that happening which is very much so impossible.

I said that the rumors don't faze me anymore but it seems like there is still some stuff that could affect me after all

I just sighed and unhardened my clenched fist from the annoyance I felt and just continued on my path to the Classroom

I reached the classroom and sat by the window, staring out at the world beyond. The teacher's voice droned on, but I wasn't listening. I'd already studied the material on my own time. School was just a formality at this point. Even the teachers seemed to know that, though they tried to trip me up with questions now and then. Not that it ever worked.

The hours dragged on, but eventually, the final bell rang. I gathered my things, ready to head home. Mineta had sent me a text earlier, something about buying new manga and not walking home with me today. No surprise there. He was probably off spending more of his money on anime merch that he is so obsessed on.

I stepped out of the school gates, the afternoon sun still beating down. The streets were bustling as usual, with students heading home and cars speeding by. I shoved my hands into my pockets, lost in thought as I made my way through the crowd.

My mind drifted back to the past, as it often did. My parents had never cared about me. They were cold, distant, barely acknowledging my existence. By the time I turned ten, they'd had enough of me and threw me out. I ended up in the slums, doing whatever I could to survive. Odd jobs, dangerous jobs. It didn't matter. I'd learned early on that if I wanted to live, I had to harden myself to the world.

That's probably why I ended up like this, cold, detached, indifferent. Mineta might call it heartless, but I called it practical. Emotions were a liability. Caring about people got you hurt. Or worse.

As I approached a crosswalk, something caught my eye. A little girl, no more than six or seven, was chasing after a ball that had rolled into the street. She was giggling, completely unaware of the danger barreling toward her.

I should have looked away. I should have kept walking. Her death wouldn't have meant anything to me. Just another life lost. But my body moved on instinct, and before I knew it, I was running toward her.

The truck was speeding toward us, horn blaring, far over the limit. The girl was frozen, staring at the vehicle with wide, terrified eyes. I reached her just in time, pushing her out of the way.

The impact hit me like a freight train. Pain exploded through my body, bones cracking, flesh tearing. I was thrown to the ground, skidding across the

asphalt as the truck screeched to a halt. My vision blurred, the world spinning.

For a brief second, I wondered why I'd done it. Why save her? Why did it matter? I'd seen death before, caused it, even. One more death wouldn't change anything.

But as my vision darkened, the pain consuming me, I couldn't help but think:

'If only I could live again. Maybe I'd do things much more differently...' I thought as I soon after blacked out

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Short Story (Cannon)

-A few days before the death of our beloved MC happened

After a quick trip to the store for groceries, I rolled my BMW F 900 XR into the parking lot with all the flair of a movie hero. As I swung off the bike, you're probably thinking, 'How does someone like me own such a stunning ride?'

Well, here's the short version: one day, after taking care of a particularly 'troublesome' government official (you know, "taking care" in the not-so-legal sense), my boss was so thrilled with my work that he handed me this beast as a reward. Generous guy. Sketchy morals. Great taste in bikes.

Anyway, after making sure my two-wheeled beauty was secure, I grabbed my grocery bags and headed up to my apartment. When I reached the door, I fished out my keys, unlocked it, and pushed it open, expecting to find the usual: my clean, perfectly organized sanctuary.

Instead, I was greeted by… chaos.

"MINETA! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY APARTMENT?!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls like the war cry of a neat freak scorned. 

The place looked like a tornado had thrown a frat party. Empty snack bags, socks in places socks shouldn't be, and a questionable stain on the couch that made my blood pressure spike. 

Mineta, the pint-sized menace himself, was sitting on my chair - eating 'my' chips with crumbs cascading from his mouth like he thought my floor was his personal trash bin. 

"Oh, hey!" he said with a cheeky grin, as if he hadn't just defiled my sacred space. "I was gonna clean up… but then I didn't, after all why bother when I'm gonna get in trouble anyway right?" 

My brows twitched in repetition as veins bulged on my head and my eyes stayed solely on him with an undescribable look on my face

I'm so gonna kill this shithead.

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A/N: First chapter yayy