Deception| 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛

The Secret

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic and suicide scenes.

You and Mikasa make your way towards the lunch hall. As you walked through the empty halls you couldn't help but notice the halls were much quieter now.

The usual hum of students chatter faded into distant echos. It seemed as if lunch time emptied most of the corridors, leaving only a few students stragglers lingering by their lockers or walking through the halls slipping into their classrooms.

You walked beside Mikasa, her black backpack slung over her shoulder, The sound of your footsteps were the only sound filling the space.

As you continued walking through the halls something caught your attention.

Through a large glass window of a classroom, you saw students hunched over their work stations, their hands molding, shaping, and creating. The soft, powdery gray of clay clung to their fingers, and sculptures in all different varieties lined the room. Some were rough outlined while others were detailed enough to look life like.

You slowed your steps, being drawn in without even knowing. You've always wanted to take part in something like that, but you never allowed yourself to take the chance. Too messy, too complicated, what if I'm terrible at it. It was easier to admire from a distance than risk failing up close.

You didn't even realize you stopped walking until Mikasa's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

" You wanna go in?"

You blinked breaking out of your haze, "Huh? No..I was just looking."

It seemed like Mikasa wasn't buying it, she tilted her head studying you for a second before grabbing your wrist.

"Come on" She said pulling you through the door.

You resisted. "Mikasa I don't think that's a good idea."

Before you could protest further or drag yourself away, Mikasa had already pushed you into the door guiding you inside.

The air was filled with the smell of wet clay and a faint hint of paint, and the room buzzed with the concentration of student who were lost in their work.

You barley had time to take it all in before your eyes landed on something, —- or rather someone.

Sitting at the corner of the room, sitting on a stool under the soft glow of overhead lights, was him.

Eren jaeger.

The same guy who spend all of class ignoring you, insulting your name, and acted like you didn't exist. But now, He looked like he stepped right out of a renaissance painting.

He wore one of those draped robes models used for drawing sessions, the fabric hanging loosely off his frame exposing his toned upper body as a gold bracelet wrapped around his upper arm.

His broad shoulders and sculpted chest looked like they belong on a marble statue, each muscle defined in a way that seemed so unrealistic. The soft light of the studio only accentuated the sharp lines of his collarbone, and the curve of his biceps. He looked untouchable like something crafted by the hands of an artist centuries ago.