𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐃 - Hanji x Reader (fem)

Wild 1: An Embarassing Situation

"(Y/N)! You're about to get your ass kicked if you don't get out of there!" A roaring voice came outside. Connie, who had been knocking nonstop for the past 5 minutes, exclaimed.

Rinsing off the lavender shampoo provided for us Survey Corps, I took my entire time washing away the reek of titans from my hair as I gently brushed the soap against my skin. I didn't bother to hurry, it's funny to witness Connie on his verge of shitting himself- which is entirely his to blame for all the foods he chomped down. I swear, he's slowly turning into Sasha.

Another knock of please, Connie yelped in agony. "You're cruel-cruel!"

Ha! Beats me. I could imagine him clutching his stomach in pain while trying to hold himself together. Makes me laugh out loud at the image.

"(Y/N)! Have mercy on mee!"

"Right, like when I pleaded you to guard my breakfast from Sasha in the morning 'cause I haven't been eating for the past 2 days. Yet somehow, magically, the food had been chomped down by the said monster."

Ugh boy, was I hungry, I practically begged Mikasa for her bread which she mercifully gave. We're not really that close to begin with so I practically had to swallow my pride.

She's my crush.

There, I told you.

I'm not into guys as well. I don't know what you call it, but I'm certainly not a girl, atleast, sexually. I've had a few girl crushes back in my childhood, but I never thought it was something important that I waved it off.

That until, I met Mikasa. She was beautiful. Ethereal. A literal angel fallen from heaven, who knows why. But I was certain she was somehow not of this world. Her skills were great, she moved with such grace that she had me head over heels for her. That moment of truth eventually came and I concluded I wasn't someone normal. Or atleast, by this society's standards.

And the sad, unsurprising, part comes. Mikasa wasn't like me. She likes boys- precisely Eren. Our titan shifter. I don't know why though, he had an intense temper it makes me want to throw him against the wall and take his life.

"(Y/N)!! I SWEAR I'M GONNA PROTECT YOUR FOOD STARTING NOW. I'M NEVER TAKING MY EYES OFF OF IT, I'M NOT GONNA EVEN BLINK. PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME IN!"

I lowly chuckled, washing the soap from my now lavender-scented body (I swear everything in Survey Corps is almost lavender scented.) and wrapped it around a towel, now having enough courage and pity to open the door for the poor, showered in sweat, Connie.

He flew past me and into the toilet, I did the courtesy to close the door before I hear and smell unwanted things.

I proceeded to my barracks, walking naked under the towel on the hallway. I couldn't dare spend another minute changing into the bathroom when Connie was plainly pleading with all his life, I couldn't not feel bad.

"Geez, bold move, baby. Bold move!" Ymir winked as she walks past me. Sometimes she forgets she has Christa and it shows.

Ymir was like me. But luckier since Christa likes her back too, though she still admired some guys somehow.

I changed into our uniform once I got inside, then clumsily storming out of my room- bumped into someone on the way.

And papers were scattered everywhere.

Great.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, helping her pick up her stuff. Damn, they were many. It's no doubt it's the titan freak, scientist, who wears glasses, Section Commander.

"No, dear it's alright!" She defenses, a charming smile crept on her face as I handed her some of the papers that flew. "It's my fault I wasn't looking."