𝚁 𝙴 𝙵 𝙻 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 | 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙴 𝙸 𝙶 𝙷 𝚃

(Three months before Sasha's death)

God, it was hot today. For October, anyway.

Sasha, Jean, Connie and I came outside and ate lunch on the field today. We also tried our best to stay away from the soccer team currently practicing not too far from here.

My best friend was currently sitting across from me with her backpack-sized lunch, ripping into a burrito that I was positive Niccolo had made for her.

Niccolo was a year older than us—and a senior who would graduate later this year and attend his dream cooking school. Sasha had met him in foods class this year, and sharing a love for food, they hit it off almost immediately. Unfortunately for Sasha and her love for all-things meals, she found out quite quickly how bad of a cook she was. Yet Niccolo had this newfound talent for cooking and flavour. It made them the perfect match.

He could make some of the best meals both of us have ever tried, and Sasha's reaction to one of his seafood pasta recipes had Niccolo turning redder than his sauces. Though nothing was official between them, it was clear they were in love. At least Niccolo was—he packed her lunch everyday.

Lunch with Sasha was generally quiet except for the loud chewing and moans coming from her. Connie would always try to steal some, but it would always end in some sort of war in the end.

I sat beside Jean, who had his arm around me protectively. It'd been a week since he asked me to officially be his, and I couldn't be happier. My first real boyfriend and it was one of the hottest and sweetest guys at our school. I just felt...extremely lucky.

I leaned back, resting my hands behind me, enjoying the glistening sun kissing my skin before it would be ripped away for the upcoming winter months. I'd taken off Jean's hoodie and wrapped it around my waist because of the heat. I wasn't complaining about it, though.

I heard Sasha gasp for air across from me—she would always forget to breathe when she eats. "THAT WAS—SO GOOD."

Connie was pouting beside her since he wasn't allowed a single bite. "It's rude not to share, y'know..." He mumbled, looking away all dramatic-like.

I laughed. "Sasha, I'll never understand how you don't choke eating so much so fast."

"MMM, I still have this apple tart he made—"

I heard a loud thud next to me and a shout, cutting off Sasha. I turned quickly to see Jean holding the back of his head as a soccer ball rolled near him.

"WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled, glaring as he looked around to see where the ball had come from.

"JEAN! OH MY GOD—ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" I started panicking, trying to see where the ball hit him. He shook me off, standing up.

As he stood up, I heard a distant laugh getting closer from behind him. Getting up myself, I saw Eren Jaeger running up to us in his soccer uniform, his hair all messy and a devilish grin on his face.

Jean walked over and picked up the soccer ball, looking angrier than I'd ever seen him before, and Eren couldn't stop laughing as he finally reached us.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, JAEGER—"

"I wasn't even trying to aim for you, horse-face." Eren laughed even more. "I wish I had, though—that just made my entire week."

Jean glared at him as Eren tried catching his breath from the run over here as well as the laughing.

"Too bad it hit the back of your head. If only it'd hit the front—maybe it would've fixed your horse-shaped head." He chuckled again.