💌 𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 . aot

꒰ room 6

head down, you lean into the soft fabric of your hoodie. you rub the dark circles under your eyes.

you yawn. a feeling of blandness, and blankness keeps you from sleeping.

the bell rings for the last time today, rousing you from your half-asleep state. your classmates around you hurriedly sprint for the door, pouring out of the classroom.

you shuffle around in your oversized jeans, picking up your books and walking towards the exit. weak light streams through the window, faintly illuminating the classroom in golden-brown.

the rest of your class is long gone. it is just you now, staring out the window.

your frown slowly melts into a faint smile.

you let yourself enjoy the peace a little bit. letting the dark fabrics of your clothes soak up the light. you felt rejuvenated.

it's warm in here.

"(y/n)?"

you jump, turning towards the sound.

you wince at your idiocy. you weren't the only one left here. there was your soft-spoken teacher.

warm brown skin and curly hair casting shadows on her face made her look like an angel.

gold makeup draws attention to her eyes. you blush a little bit. your teacher was very pretty.

"sorry, miss, i'll get going now."

"hold on," she says gently, placing a hand on your arm.

you really hope she doesn't say anything about you being half asleep in class.

maybe something out there answers your prayers.

in the worst way.

instead of lecturing you, she gives you a sympathetic smile. she settles a hand on your shoulder. "i know you're still growing, and you will get friends, but..."

she sighs. "i want you to socialize more, (y/n)."

and so you had heard. thousands of times before from hundreds of other teachers. "it's ok," you assure your teacher. "i have friends in other blocks."

your teacher almost - well, actually and really - pouts.

"you should check out the club in music room 6," she insists. "they're a pretty new study group."

"but, miss, groups have never..."

"come on, (y/n). just look into it."

"i've never liked groups and things..."

"please?"

you sigh. you were such a softie, and she was just too kind. "all right, miss."

she smiles, slips you a peice of paper, and ruffles your hair. "thanks, (y/n)."

you nod.

so then you trudge through the halls. the last thundering footsteps and hollers of students leaving the building were just echoes now.

music room 6, huh?

you sigh. it wasn't that big of a deal. maybe you could attend the club for a week, and then tell your teacher that it didn't work out.

you really hated any sort of interaction with others.

you didn't know when it had all started. dressing in darker colors, never speaking or raising your head. avoiding people and avoiding anything that associated you with being a living, breathing person.

that was half a lie. you knew when it had all changed.

but why?

maybe-

maybe wanting to hide yourself more than ever made you not want to socialize anymore.

maybe you were too scared of yourself.

maybe you were too scared of the truth.

it's totally not a big deal.

you are roused from your thoughts as you turn a corner and head down the hallway towards the music rooms. you stop in your tracks.

your ears pick up a faint sound of... screaming..?

you cringe, brows furrowing.

yes, that was most definitely screaming.

you turn another corner, and cross your fingers. there weren't many clubs in your school. but even so, you hope...

hope that the maniacal screaming was not coming from the club you were about to attend.

but that something out there did not heed your call this time.

you round the last corner, and a clear sound of heavy metal music and students screaming their heads off was coming from the room. music room 6.

you almost want to turn around and leave, but... you told your nice, pretty teacher that you would at least attend today.

you suck in a breath, and without giving yourself another chance to doubt, you crack open the door.

over the sound of the heavy metal music, you are hardly noticed.

you peer around the room.

two tables, a speaker, and a bookcase off to the right. a printer and some book bags to the left.

and then you notice... the people.

oh my god.

you shudder suddenly. anyone but them.

spiked chokers, fishnets, thumb rings, miniskirts, and graphic tees with band names and a lot of crosses on them.

a popular clique that was full of gorgeous people. infamously known, and infamously avoided.

a clique that nobody even breathed towards - those godforsaken emos.

you had made up your mind. no teacher could make you join this club. you would turn around, you would leave, and you would never glance back.

mostly because you couldn't confront her.

you couldnt confront that girl.

you couldn't confront your past.

you couldn't confront what had been.

what could have been.

and thats when a peircing pair of coal eyes meets yours.

"hey!"

the heavy metal music shudders to a stop.

fuck.

"i-i'm sorry," you say, backing up.

mikasa ackerman stands, looking down at you. a few beats of awkward silence ensues.

"well what are you waiting for? come in."