"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙..."
A lift to school was all you needed, in his bed is where you stayed...
Eren Jaeger has grown up in a life of easy money, fast cars and Hell, the g...
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𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 & 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢- 𝟭𝟭𝟮
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"Have amazing luck on your last exam, Sweetie! I know you'll do great. I've got a late night, today. Just an extra client I agreed to see. I'll celebrate when I'm back! I promise!" Dionne's voice message wished.
Removing your mobile from your ear, you passed through the halls. A strange spell of relief washed over you. You had officially completed your last exam! Sure, you had slacked a little with your revision ever since your encounter with Eren. But, you had never allowed yourself to stop studying. Did Dionne seriously think you stupid enough to through away your education at a pivotal moment like this?
Either way, it still felt good to know she was wishing you some luck. Even if you only opened the message now.
"y/n! Thank the stars we've done this!" Hollered Mikasa, jumping on you from behind.
You tumbled under her weight but chuckled despite yourself. Your final exam had been history, something you and the raven haired girl had shared a mutual interest in since the pair of you were young. It had all finally paid off.
"Yeah, Mikasa. I can finally put my days of having my ass handed to me in gym away in the closet." You grumbled, continuing down the halls to permanently empty your locker.
You were going to miss it in a way. It held all your notebooks, smelly gym kit and a secret or two. In your short months, it has become a dedicated companion of yours.
"I'll miss that. Never again will I be legally allowed to smash a dickhead's face in with a bright blue ball." She muttered, tutting over her memories.
A flood load of seniors rampaged the halls, beating against lockers as they escaped to freedom. Cheers to their friends and profanities to whatever teachers that had ever wronged them. Life was a quizzical thing. All that school for what? What would be the next chapter of your life? You weren't a hundred percent sure on university like your parents were. Then again, it wasn't like you were considering a life of passion and danger with Eren. At least...you didn't think you were.
"Pfft! Since when did you ever like the term 'legal'. Whatever happened to your occult rituals? You thrive off beating the shit out of people, don't deny." You snorted, shoving some old bits and bobs into your bag.
Mikasa picked at her chipped nail polish with a frown as she contemplated what you said.
"Levi is a cop, y'know. I'm not that sketchy. Yeah, I have once or twice tried to enter the dark web as a joke but I'm not crazy. Goths aren't violent Satanists. We represent individuality so classing us under the same umbrella stereotype is the complete opposite of us." She replied, bristling slightly.
Maybe you still had a lot to learn about Mikasa's culture. Maybe you shouldn't have shown up here believing everything would be the same. You must certainly shouldn't have fobbed Mikasa off and made her second priority.
