Prom Queen (Eremika AOT high au)

' Chapter Three! '

It was time for Armins favorite class of the day: Science! Armin practically skipped out of the classroom he was in, and started heading towards the science Lab. This was one of the only classes that Mikasa, Eren, and Armin had all together, which wouldve been nice if the entire cast wasnt in it too. (yes i'm breaking the 4th wall).

On Armins way there, he bumped into Bertolt, who looked like he was in a rush. "Oh hey Bertolt, whats up?" Armin asked, "Class doesnt start for another three minutes and 37 seconds." "Oh yea, I know," Bertolt says, slightly creeped out by Armins accuracy. "Reiner sent me to go get him some soda from a vending machine, but I totally forgot. I'm so screwed." He said, visibly breaking out in a cold sweat. Behind the soda can he was holding, a pink envelope with a little red heart was peeking out. "Hey whats that?" Armin asked. "Whats what?" "That envelope you have right there, Is it a love letter? Whos it for??" Bertolt started sweating even more and hid the letter. "SHHHH! Its not written by me, and its not for me either!" He whisper-shouted at Armin. "Then why do you have it?!" Armin whisper-shouts back. "Okay, dont tell anyone but... I saw Historia writing this in my last class, and later I found it in a hallway, so I picked it up and read it, and apparently it was a love letter! Well actually, it was just a letter asking kindly to go to prom. No confession or anything." Bertolt explained. "And it reads 'Meet me in the football field tomorrow afterschool if yes, which is clearly the best thing to say! Ill explain everything there.' " He reads directly from the note. "Who did it say it was for?" Armin asked. "It didnt have a name written anywhere."

Armin paused and thought about this for a moment. "Maybe Historia is trying to go to prom with someone else, since she cant pick between Ymir and Reiner, like a friend or something?" He hypothesized. "Well that was a quick conclusion. I myself didnt know what to make of this note." Bertolt shrugged. "But make sure to keep this a secret! Who knows what'll happen once people realize that Historia of all people is looking for a prom date!" He added. "Alright, Alright, I get it, but anyways class starts in a minute, so lets go." Armin says, rushing off with this newfound information.

Little did they know, the only reason it was laying in the hallway, was because of you guessed it, Mikasa. She had seen Historia trying to stick it into Eren's locker, and since she knew Erens locker combination, (just for situations like these!), she had taken it out and chucked it into the hallway, bustling with students moving to their final classes of the day. She had also made sure to white out Erens name, just in case he somehow finds it.

Satisfied with this crime, Mikasa started to walk towards the science Lab. 

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"Welcome, Welcome, my lovely students! How are you all doing?" Professor Hange shouts enthusiastically, while clapping her hands together. The class let out an unsynchronized bunch of mumbles and groans in response.

Nobody knew how Hange could keep this energy for all of her classes throughout the day. Her classroom was filled with various models of the human body, including to-scale models of adult human bodies, one for organs, one for muscles, and one for skeletons. The windowsills were littered with all sorts of different plants, and hanging from her ceiling, there were clay models made by past students, of different planets and other space phenomena. There were also piles of paper, randomly scattered around the room. The entire room was just a mood, in fact, you could almost call it a universe of its own. It was messy but calming.

The only empty parts of the classroom were the tables, with equipment already on them. "Now, I know its only two days before prom, but I wanted to give everyone one last chance to work  together and create something!" Professor Hange says, with a gleam in her eye. "I dont like the sound of this..." Jean muttered, talking to no one in particular. "You are all going to be given until the end of class. The person that takes the longest to blow a random mixture of chemicals and stuff up wins! Everyone split up into groups of two, ill be generous enough to let you choose your partners today."