𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴅᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴀꜱᴀ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

『𝟏𝟒』𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃-𝐓𝐎-𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓

𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟐𝟑, 𝟖𝟓𝟎 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟕:𝟎𝟒

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  You hadn't expected today to be the day where everything was put to the test, but it seemed like that was what was happening here -and the only properly formed word that managed to coherently pass by your conscious wasn't exactly that pleasant, 'Fuck.'

  It was almost akin to a mantra of sorts seeing as it passed through your mind more than once; although you didn't exactly wish for it to be the only word you knew how to say or think, but if you were going to be completely honest, it would probably be one of the most useful -especially when you found yourself in situations like these.

  Earlier when Shadis had brought you and the rest of the 104th Training Regiment out to practise your hand-to-hand combat skills -something he had sporadically planned for today, given that he didn't inform you and the other cadets that there would be such an event today- you hadn't thought much of it. After all, it had started normally; first he led you to the typical clearing where that type of training would take place, then he told you what you were to do. That was that, there was nothing much more that needed to be said or done really -if it were a normal day.

  It was when you had already been making plans in your head -to find some random person you'd never truly met before and practise with them- that Shadis continued speaking, spraying his spit nearly everywhere with his shouts that informed you of the change to the last event scheduled for the day before dismissal for dinner would be announced, "Today you shitbirds are going to be paired up! I'm tired of seeing all you brats fool around without actually getting any training done!"

  As the words echoed out and into the air, you had truly found yourself uncaring about what they told you -completely and utterly unbothered by the revelation that seemed to change very little in your plans, 'Ok, so I can't pick which random person I work with today, that's fine.'

  "Armin Arlert and Thomas Wagner!"

  "Mina Carolina and Nic Tias!"

  "Heidi Wagner and Bertholdt Hoover!"

  "Krista Lenz and Rei... and Ymir Fritz!"

  "Reiner Braun and Hanna Diamant!"

  "Jean Kirstein and Eren Jaeger!"

  "Annie Leonhardt and Connie Springer!"

  "Sasha Blouse and Marco Bodt!"

  "Franz Kefka and Mylius Zeramuski!"

  "(Y/N) (L/N) and Mikasa Ackerman!"

  That last pairing of names led you to the start of your current predicament however -even though, in all honesty, you had no qualms working with your girlfriend in hand-to-hand combat.

  Truly.

  The issue had begun when the girl you were dating had looked around her slightly as soon as the words -condemning you and her working together- were released from the commanding male's mouth; she searched for Eren -with partially worried grey hues that didn't seem to lessen in intensity once they fell upon the brunette- who was already starting to bicker with his assigned partner, Jean Kirstein -the very same person who had confessed to your girl, supposedly.

  She hadn't voiced her concern to you as she eventually approached you with a wooden dagger loosely in her hold, courtesy of Shadis, and there was a brief moment where she connected her hues to yours, soon pulling those highlighted anxious specks of ash away from you and either back to her brother or off to the side. It was obvious that she was trying to play it all off with her blank façade and fleeting glances towards you -to look as natural as possible as she walked with you over to a cleared space in the training area, more towards the middle of the forming congregation of soldiers-in-training to blend in more- the apathy predominantly splayed across her features not able to be missed as her orbs remained the only true window that had betrayed her inner feelings -to those who knew how to decipher them, at least.