It's natural to want to follow your sibling around everywhere, no matter what. Even if that means joining the Survey Crops and signing your life away. But if Eren is going to fight, so will Sophie.
Sophie Yeager has had her dreams ripped away from...
The sun is high up in the blue sky, causing me to not know exactly what time it is. No one has come in and woken me up to go to the debriefing meeting yet, so I should be in the clear.
I yawn, scratching my head. My fingers slide down and I had forgotten that my hair is now short. The weight is less as well, which I appreciate.
With a sigh, I swing my legs out of the bed and walk to my dresser, pulling out a new uniform. I don't have anymore button ups, so I pull on a green long sleeve and my cream colored pants.
My muscle are still a little sore, so when I put my right foot up on the side of the couch to hook in my harness, I groan in pain.
There's a knock at my door, so I mutter a 'come in'. The door opens as I switch legs, seeing Levi walk in. He eyes me briefly, then sets a small pair of scissors on the table.
He steps closer to me after I put on my scouts jacket, and takes a strand of my hair in his grasp. He just stares at it and I become self conscious.
"Is it strange?" I frown.
"It needs trimmed," he states. "I'm going to clean it up, take off your jacket and sit down."
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(They're the same height btw)
I take a seat on the couch and Levi comes up behind me. He brushes it gently and holds his hand out, asking me for the scissors.
My fingers grasp the cold metal and hand the thing to Levi. He takes it and begins trimming the bottom of my hair.
I sit patiently and feel my hands clam up from worrying about what it's going to look like. My hair hasn't been shoulder length since I was a kid.
What will everyone think? Well... not everyone. I'm only worried about Jean. He already prefers raven haired girls with nice hair, so what will he think of this?
I'm not mad that his type is like Mikasa, because I personally was always into freckled boys. That's why I enjoyed being around Marco. He may not have been someone I was in love with, but I was definitely attracted to him.
Levi shakes my hair out to get rid of the loose strands and he rounds the corner of the couch, setting the scissors down on the table again.
"Take a look," he sits down on the couch and crosses his legs.
I hesitantly get up and approach the mirror hanging on the wall beside my dresser. My eyes stay on the ground until I find the courage to look up.
In the mirror is a girl I hardly recognize... I look older somehow. The shape really brings out my jaw line and cheekbones. This wasn't such a bad thing after all.
I pull some strands back into a bun like I usually do and play with the pieces framing my face. Once I'm pleased with the style, I turn and find Levi watching me with a smile.
