The dining hall fills with noisy chatter. There's a cumulative sound of clinking from the silverware that hit the nearly empty plates of breakfast.
You sit at a table with Sasha. She continues to eat and—of course—she's on her second helping. You've already cleaned half your plate and are full.
The girl points to your dish, "You gunna eat that?"
"No." You say.
Sasha's questioning eyes let you know what she's asking.
You make a face, "Go ahead."
She eats your left overs and she points at your bandaged cheek, "How'd you get that again?"
Your drumming fingers stop. You look at the girl and then your eyes dart elsewhere, "Cut myself on a tree branch."
"A tree branch?" She wolfs down the food, "That's a first."
"I guess there's a first for everything." You shrug and she doesn't question further.
On a table nearby sat the trio Eren, Mikasa and their childhood best friend Armin Arlert. They were always together. Armin was a blond male who seemed timid at first. He wore his lack of confidence and insecurities visibly, not knowing he had an enormous amount of potential hidden away in the deepest parts of his mind; itching to come out.
On another table sat Jean and a short-haired male by the name of Connie Springer. They eat quietly. Jean steals a glance at you, he returns his attention to his plate of food and he's forking at his breakfast. He looks at you again and he lets his eyes linger a bit longer this time. The fork doesn't leave the plate. His mind swims with thoughts of you and how your hand was playing with him roughly on a day not long ago (although it was unpleasant, it got the man all worked up). Imagining the idea of your bare body left him incapacitated. He has a yearning desire to be with you but all the guy has is the painful ache of waiting. Because that's all he could do, is wait (maybe even for eternity).
The rest of the dining hall sits soldiers from various squads.
Jean feels bad about last night. He regrets the alcohol. He regrets hurting you. He regrets everything. The guy makes a point to apologize. He curses and mumbles under his breath as he contemplates this.
"Did you say something?" Connie speaks as he eats.
"Huh?" Jean hadn't realized he was talking to himself. He says 'no' and then he excuses himself, "Hang on. I'll be right back."
The light-haired male makes his way to your table. He sits down next to you.
Sasha pulls the plate with your leftovers closer to her. The girl has no intentions of sharing.
"I'm not here for that." Jean rolls his eyes and then he turns his attention to you, "(Y/N)...."
Your propped arm drops down to the table as you remove your hand from the side of your face. You sigh and look away. What does this guy want now? He sees your irritation.
"Wait!" He throws his hands up into a placating gesture, "I'm just here to apologize."
You give the man an unconvincing look out of your periphery and Sasha's confused. But the girl finds this entertaining so she continues to watch as she stuffs her face.
"It's fine, Jean." You look away again. Your forgiveness doesn't sound legitimate.
"I mean it, (Y/N). I'm sorry." He reaches out and the tips of his fingers find your own.
You pull your hand away.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone." It's Eren. He comes to sit on the opposite side of you.
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Himitsu No Ai 秘密の愛 ⋮ Levi Ackerman
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