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"HELLO AGAIN, YOU MISERABLE IDIOTS." Chase sauntered over to Y/N's locker, a common gathering spot for their group, on a stupidly warm Friday morning, her blazer already carelessly thrown over her shoulder and shirt sleeves rolled up past her elbows. "How was the club?"
"Actually, it was really good!" Y/N grinned, writing on a sticky note and affixing it to the inside of her locker (Survey after school every day – Eren tutoring on Mondays). "I spoke to Erwin yesterday and I went to Mr. Pixis – you know the clubs advisor – and I'm now an official member of Survey!"
Chase arched an eyebrow, brushing some of her excessively long hair out of her face. If one looked closely enough, they could notice the faint scars on her knuckles from the previous day, but the bandages were now gone, and the fistfight wounds mostly healed.
I'm glad, Y/N thought, not being able to stop a slight smile from coming to her face. I hope she feels better.
"Oi, Little Miss Tutor." Chase snapped her fingers. "I didn't think you'd be that happy about it. What are you grinning for?"
"Ah, nothing, sorry." She shook her head, though she was still smiling. "Anyways, you and Petra should probably join too!"
"Us?" Petra giggled. "I don't think I'm much cut out for that kind of thing."
