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you stair up at the rose-streaked sky, waiting for the next bus to pick you up. thoughts race through your head.
everything was a blur.
what in the world had happened?
what had turned everything down and inside out in the worst way possible?
what in the world could have made your heart race so fast it was like stampeding horses were running through your veins and coursing through your heart?
oh, right.
it all started with mikasa ackerman.
"come in." is what you recall her saying.
with no other choice, you had settled into a chair, eyes following your every step.
feeling pressure to break the awkward silence is what forces you to speak.
"so, uhm," you say. "nice... study group?"
a brown haired boy with green eyes snickers. your face heats up.
another blonde with blue eyes elbows him. "shush!" he says.
"why are you here?" a dark haired, short boy asks. "people are only allowed in with invite."
your mouth moves, but you are at a loss for words.
a clean, confident voice cuts in.
"i invited her."
you could recognize that voice anywhere.
your head snaps back as someone places a hand on your shoulder.
"uhm, yes, i was invited-" you say quickly.
you shiver at the touch of her hands. they slowly snake up your chin and tilt your head back.
a face looks down at you.
mikasa ackerman.
"mikasa invited me," you say softly.
she smiles, caressing the sides of your face. "that's right."
it was like the entirety of the group relaxed.
if you didn't know better, you'd think something sketchy was going on in their club.
"oh, geez," the brown haired boy speaks up. "i thought you were one of those goddamn titans-"
"sorry about him." a smiley blonde approaches you. "my name's armin. this bonehead here is eren."
eren rolls his eyes.
"oh, uh, it's nice to meet you."
although you are a little awkward, the other members of the group had no problem introducing themselves.
could this group of friends possibly be... nice?
a jet black haired boy with sharp features nods in your direction. "levi. but that's not important."
