Young and rich are someone's life dream. But did they know how hard it was to get there? To get whatever you wanted and still be as young as you are? Y/n L/n sure knew.
Y/n L/n is young and rich, and he did that all on his own. No help from friends...
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Y/n was out of the house for the day. He went to go shopping for food as he left Levi and Erwin in charge like normal. In all honesty, he just needed an excuse to be by himself outside of the house. He needed his alone time for now.
However, the house was busy with worry from the others. They discussed and argued over what they should do to help Y/n. Some ideas were rash, some were too soft, too head on, it seemed like whatever they came up with it would be too much for Y/n to handle.
As some were in the living room discussing what they should help Y/n, some others were wondering the house to see if they can find anything on Y/n to make him feel better. Which lead them to a room they've never been in before.
Y/n allowed the others to wonder the house however they please, but, for some reason, this one room made them stir away from it. Y/n allowed them to go in there, but it just had this dark aura around it that made no one want to go in there. But... that's where they needed to go to.
Porco, Armin, Jean, and Niccolo were the first ones to go in the room. Levi and Erwin were with the others down stair discussing as these four were chosen to investigate the room. However, they were all hesitant to even open the door.
"Open the door," Porco whispered.
"We've never been in here before," Jean pointed out, "We don't know what's in there."
"I can see why you didn't go in there," Niccolo said as he fidgeted with his sleeve, "It seems like it will eat us alive."
"We have to do this," Armin breathed out as he reached for the doorknob, "It's for Y/n..."
The other three nodded, "For Y/n."
Armin clutched the doorknob. He took in a deep breath as he twisted it and opened the room. He and the others couldn't help but cringe at the squeakiness the door made, almost like it haven't been opened in years. However, when they looked inside, their eyes widened.
There were piles and piles of books, thin and thick. All of them were collecting dust in the smallest room in the house. Some cobwebs were left here and there but there seemed to be no spiders.
"These are... children's books," Armin pointed out as he picked up one of the dusty books, "Bedtime stories..."
"Riddles..." Jean added.
"Fairytales," Niccolo noticed.
"Scrapbooks."
"Scrapbooks?" Armin, Jean, and Niccolo questioned as they all turned to Porco.
