𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴅᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴀꜱᴀ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

『𝟐𝟕』𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝐍𝐃, 𝟖𝟓𝟎 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟎:𝟐𝟓

⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺

  It was to your dismay that you eventually realised subtle hints wouldn't work with Mikasa.

  Within the past two weeks or so, you had tried to cut your time with her short -claiming to be busy after dinner, and simply not having time for her when you otherwise would have in the past- and even be a small bit more blunt about the way you were rejecting to spend time with her. It seemed as if you weren't being clear enough however, because you felt as if she snuck her way into your life even more often than she had before; she'd seat herself next to you during Mess Hall every time she'd catch you there, walk you to your dorm once in a while when she saw where you were heading, and it was only about thirty minutes ago that she had stood herself beside you while the entire military had their gear checked.

  That last one wouldn't have been so noteworthy if there hadn't been a chance that Eren would be there as well; although, from the looks of it, he wasn't or wasn't going to be where you were, when you were there, anyways.

  Your 3DMG sat on a long table before you, an unnamed Garrison soldier with her own gear at your right, and the ravenette who still held status as your girlfriend on your left with her own machinery. As you stood in place at her side, you could feel your heels dig into your boots given that the lack of movement made the position uncomfortable; shifting your weight smally, you made sure not to near anyone else too much. The person at your right had yet to utter a word, and you figured that if she wasn't making a fuss about being next to you, you shouldn't give her a reason to, 'I can't tell if she's from my year or not though, something that I definitely should at the very least know, if not her name.' you told yourself with a minute, unnoticed glance at Mikasa.

  It had been what felt like only an hour or so into training for the day that everyone had been stopped and informed that there was going to be a gear check -and yet, that hadn't been the most shocking news to come. Apparently, there was also an upcoming expedition at the end of the month -the Fifty-Seventh Expedition; it wasn't something that should've been somewhat shocking to you -given that the Survey Corps was practically known for their failures in their expeditions- but you still found it a little surprising that it was happening so soon after you had joined. The news did sober you a bit in a way you didn't know you needed though, that the branch you had joined truly was as dangerous as it was rumoured to be, and that you would be coming face-to-face with titans sooner than you would've liked. Maybe it was the way that the beasts easily towered over everything in sight aside from the Walls, or that you could recall flashes of countless scenarios where giant humanoids grasped upon the supple flesh of the inferior, but you found chills running deep into each and every vertebrae of your spine at the thought of a solidified date when you would have to see a titan again. The grin that was always splayed upon their lips did nothing to soothe inner thoughts that had started to pop in and out either, as you could only imagine the way that one would flash its painted teeth as it reached for you that one time you were unable to defend yourself. There would have to be one time that your training would be insufficient, or even the skill that the second you had -the very same one that had already saved you once or twice. After all, everyone who had gone through training clearly had the chance of survival and yet many had perished regardless -there was seldom someone who entered battle with the hopes of being decimated by a titan, if there ever were such a someone, so it wasn't likely to be by choice either.

  "Why do we even need our gear to be checked?" whispered the Garrison member, the sudden voice causing for you to look her way before realising that she wasn't talking to you, but rather to someone you couldn't make out on her own right -given that the figure was covering their side-profile.