ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ. // 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘵

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𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲/ ᶠᵒᵘʳ

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The following training sessions seemed to mimic Monday's pattern, as it became a habit of yours to ask Bertholdt to spar, in hopes of keeping him and Annie apart. You had yet to truly confess to yourself the reason why you were acting in such a way when you wholeheartedly knew that Bertholdt wasn't even your type.

It became so custom of you to interrupt the man, that other cadets quickly caught on and began teasing about your supposed feelings for the tall man.

They taunted, "Y/n and Bertholdt~ not even a titan can come between them," and "be careful of y/n, she'll chop your head off if you talk to Bertholdt," which was, frankly, humiliating.

Of course, the rumors spread like wildfire, with everyone thinking that you had a thing for him and that he felt the same towards you. To alleviate some of the pain, it was convenient that people thought he felt the same way, therefore Annie would never find out the truth.

'Annie...'

Your eyes quickly darted to her, seeing her sitting in the corner while eating her food.

'Alone again.'

Shifting your attention back to the food in front of you, you brought the spoon up to your lips, the cold soup drowning away your senses.

"Y/n," Jean stated from in front of you. "Are you okay?"

You swallowed some more of the soup. "What do you mean?"

Sasha and Connie appeared from beside you two with their dinner, Sasha and her eager self claiming the seat next to you, not bothering to greet as she began devouring her food.

"I mean..." Jean paused, thinking of the right way to phrase his words. "These last few days you seem out of it."

You stopped munching on your meal and glanced up at the boy confused.

"Ah! I get what you mean," Connie interjected in the conversation. "You've been all over Bertholdt, y/n."

Jean couldn't help but grimace at his words. "I was trying to be discreet, idiot!"

"Wha-? It's not my fault she has been so desperate for attention." Connie barked back at Jean.

You flinched at the word. "Desperate?" You repeated, anger bubbling deep in your throat.

"Ah~ I totally see that!" Sasha cooed from beside you, not noticing your provoked tone. "Mina and the other girls were saying that y/n can sometimes be scary when it comes to men." She laughed.

"Haha! I totally see that! Good thing it's not directed towards us!" Connie teased along with Sasha.

Jean noticed your grim expression and quickly whacked the boy in the back of his head to get him to stop. "Shut up, baldie!"

He discreetly tilted his head towards you, capturing the attention of the two. As they turned their heads to glance at you, they saw your face completely flushed, whether it was from embarrassment, anger, or a mix of the two, they weren't sure.

"Y/n," Sasha quickly intervened, "we were only joking!"

Not realizing that you were worrying the trio of friends, you let out a shaky breath. "Have people really been saying that about me?"