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【𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄】
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HIMARI FELT AS THOUGH SHE WERE ABOUT TO DIE. In fact, she was almost two-hundred percent certain that no, she didn't need to worry about whether or not she would end up fighting another war, because she was absolutely positive that the god damned sun was going to be the very thing that killed her.
She lay flat on her back on the hot, sunbaked ground, an arm thrown over her forehead as she panted excessively. Her white hair had been slicked back off her face, allowing the sun to warm her cheeks uncomfortably to the point where she knew she was going to wake up sunburned the following morning.
Someone nudged her with their boot. Himari grumbled, swatting Eren's leg in response when he leaned over her.
"Are you still alive?"
"No thanks to you," she grumbled. Eren rolled his eyes at her dramatics.
"You know, I totally blame you for this. You're sleeping on the ground tonight."
Eren, who had turned his back on Himari, glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Me? Why is this my fault?" Himari groaned, wiping sweat off her face as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Jean, who was hammering planks of wood into the ground not far from where Himari was sitting, leaned on the mallet in his hands and frowned at Eren.
"Because you're the idiot who signed us up for this!" He exclaimed. Eren gave a shrug of his shoulders, nonplussed by the clear irritation the rest of the group harboured towards him.
"This is torture you signed us up for, Eren. Torture." Eren nudged Himari with his boot once more.
"Stop being so dramatic," he said. Himari glared up at him, but caught the fond look in his eyes as he shook his head at her.
"I'll show you dramatic," she grumbled. Connie pulled a face.
"Oi!" Jean called out as he shouldered his mallet once more. "Stop slacking off! The only way we'll get this done is if we all work together."
"Ooh, inspiring words, Jean. Did you get that from the Commanding Officer handbook I saw you reading the other day?" Sasha piped up. Connie and Himari snickered when Jean's face turned bright red and not from the heat of the sun.
"I was not!" He spluttered indignantly.
Connie, concealing a grin, turned to Himari and held out his hand to the girl to help her up. She took it with a muttered thanks, pulling herself to her feet with a sigh. Neither one of them commented on how sweat and uncomfortably clammy their palms were from just how hot it was.
