i tried my best i couldn't think of many pranks they could do
the prank war going on between sasha, connie, jean, macro and yourself was known across the cadets. it originally started between sasha, connie and yourself. jean ended up being the victim of a prank set by sasha for you which got him involved with it. marco was dragged into it by jean, despite his protests. the cadets had been dragged into many schemes of the five and, with it being two weeks since it started, they thought it would have ended by now.
they were in for a surprise.
. . .
you and connie hid behind the building, holding in giggles as they waited for their victim. you had told everyone to wait inside the mess hall once they finished eating since connie had something planned. all but jean that is. connie had filled a bucket with water and added dirt to it. jean knew that he and you were on horse duty today so, if being covered with something brown, the two knew he would think the worst. while connie had kept lookout for commander shadis and sasha distracted jean and macro in the hall, you had cracked the door open and placed the bucket on top with ymir's help.
since everyone but jean knew to stay in the mess hall, jean was going to be the one to have a bucket of dirt water fall on him. connie was starting to get restless as he waited for jean to come out. he was missing his dinner for this so he wanted to make it worth his time.
"connie be quiet," you whispered to your best friend, nudging his side when he started whining. "commander shadis might hear you."
"he's here, he's here!" connie whisper yelled, hitting your arm in excitement only for you to hit his arm twice as hard. you leaned over connie, a grin dancing across your face when seeing the door open. the bucket at the top wobbled before dropping, landing over jean's head.
connie fell over laughing, clutching onto his stomach as jean desperately tried to take the bucket off his head. the more he moved the more water fell down his body. you were laughing along with him but stopped when hearing footsteps behind you. you grabbed onto connie's arm and pulled him up, trying to tell him to be quiet but he couldn't hear you over his laughter.
"what is going on here!?" shit, it was commander shadis.
"run! run! run!" connie yelled, grabbing your wrist and running towards the mess hall, pushing past jean. connie, being the idiot he is, ran straight into a table and fell to the ground. he pulled you down with him and you landed on top of him, banging your head against the wooden table.
"ow," you groaned, rubbing your head.
"connie, y/n! you bastards!" jean yelled, running into the mess hall. you steadied yourself on connie's chest as you turned to face jean. connie had propped himself on his elbows so that he could see better which helped you to see the boy too. he was holding the bucket in his hands, his face dripping with water. he had a scowl on his face, eyebrows knitted in anger but you couldn't take him seriously with his clothes sticking to his skin, his arms flailing around as he yelled.
nearly everyone in the mess hall burst out into laughter at the sight, you and connie following soon after. the two of you were too happy in that moment to care about any punishment that was coming their way.
