That Night In June | ATTACK ON TITAN X READER | AU

Chapter Nine: Last Words

"Hey, (y/n)? What's Pythagorean Theorem again?" Ashley asked, tapping her cheek with the end of her pencil. You both (and Bonnie who was keeping an eye on you from afar) were currently alone in one of the less popular corners of the Trost Library catching up on assignments.

"A squared plus B squared equals C squared," you mumbled, keeping your eyes on your paper.

"You got any plans tonight?" she asked. "You're not going to visit anyone?" You didn't respond, knowing full well what she was hinting at. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird ever since the news about Marco came out."

"I'm fine."

You were fine. You were doing absolutely fine. You were keeping up with your schoolwork, for the most part, you hadn't gotten into an argument with your mother in the past week and neither had Bonnie and Clyde. You had started cleaning up the old Gazette office and showed Ashley the ropes on what she was supposed to do as the editor.

"Have you ever visited Marco at all since his accident?"

"I've been busy." you lied.

"With what?"

"Schoolwork."

"Sure." she sighed, returning to her work.

You tried to get back to your work, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Marco. Eren had informed you last week that he was currently comatose and the doctors thought there was something very wrong his legs. You wondered if he'd be scared when he woke up and if there'd be anyone by his side. Would it be his parents? His sisters? Jean? You? Suddenly, a loud bang came from the entrance of the Library causing you to jump up from your seat and Ashley to yelp and fall out of hers. Out of nowhere, you found yourself being dragged out of the building and slung over someone's shoulder with Ashley running behind you, yelling for you both to wait up.

"Ymir, what the hell!?" you yelped, hitting her back with your fists and swinging your legs like crazy as if that'd convince her to put you down. Armin and Krista observed the two of you with worried expressions.

"Why're you avoiding us?" she asked, continuing with her pace.

People stopped and stared as you passed by them. You covered your face in embarrassment though you should've been used to it by now. It's been happening ever since Mara died. No, even before that. You prayed Sarah was burning in some sort of hell.

"Ymir! She can walk on her own! Why don't you let her down?" Krista pleaded, struggling to keep up with the taller girl's strides. Behind her, Ashley was tugging Armin along by his wrists while Bonnie had a look on her face that looked like she was planning a murder.

"Let her go, Ymir," Bonnie demanded. "Or I'll use force."

"Kid, I grew up in the slums of Liberio. If you think that you're enough of a match for me, you're sadly mistaken." Ymir replied.

You waved Bonnie off. "I'm fine. I don't need you to be my guard dog twenty-four seven."

Bonnie didn't happy about that at all but backed off.

It didn't take you long to reach your destination and you were relieved when Ymir placed you on one of the many benches that lined the walls of Trost's only hospital.

"Don't make me ask again, (y/n)." when you didn't answer, the freckled girl sighed. "Why're you avoiding us?"

"I'm not avoiding you," you mumbled. "I just need space."