Platinum Blade - AOT x OC

Chapter V - The Boy from Trost

Having recently passed the entrance test, Khye and Morgan stood before the noticeboard at the centre of the training fields. The board displayed a list of every cadet and their daily timetable, showing their respective lessons throughout the day.

"Seriously?!" Khye grunted, his face twisting in frustration. "I have ODM training?!"

"What's wrong with ODM training?" Morgan giggled, finding Khye's face amusing. "It sounds fun."

"It's with Shadis! And I hate Shadis!" Khye muttered, facepalming himself in dismay. "I already know he is going to rip me apart, both physically and mentally."

"Just try not to get on his nerves, and you will be okay..."

"I'll do my best... By the way, what class do you have?"

"Theory class," she replied, her eyes scanning the list to see if Sasha, Christa, or Mina shared the same lesson. To her disappointment, none of them did.

"Let me know how it goes, okay?" Khye smiled, waving Morgan off as he headed towards the ODM training course.

As Morgan watched Khye wander off, she noticed how comfortable she was beginning to feel around Khye. She never made any friends during the 4 years living in the refugee camp, so this new friendship was like an amazing breath of fresh air to her.

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After a few minutes of trying to find her classroom, Morgan finally found the class and pushed open the door. The moment she stepped inside, she found that the class was full of cadets. It was spacious, with rows of desks neatly aligned with a large chalkboard at the front. The bright sun shone through the windows, creating a lively atmosphere to go along with the constant chatter between everyone.

Morgan scanned the room for a free seat, and then her eyes landed on one last empty desk and chair at the back of the classroom. Quietly, trying to avoid any unwanted attention, she swiftly made her way towards it.

However, the moment she sat down, she immediately recognised the boy who was already sitting in the seat next to her. Is that Jean? The boy who wanted to join the Military Police? Morgan remembered Jean was also striving for the Military Police like her, but also remembered him for getting his head battered by Shadis' forehead.

"Excuse me... Are you Jean?" Morgan asked quietly, her hands nervously tugging at her trousers.

Jean snapped out of his daydream, noticing the white-haired girl. "Yeah. That's me. You're Morgan, right? Khye's friend?" he asked casually.

"Oh – yes! That's me," she replied, a little surprised he already knew. "You know Khye?"

"He's my roommate. He mentioned last night that he learned sign language from you. Also, it's not very often you see a girl with hair like yours. Is it dyed?"

"Hm? My hair? N-No... it's natural. It's been like this since I was born."

Curiously, Jean stared at Morgan's hair, his head tilted at a slightly angle. "...Do you ever plan on cutting it?" he questioned, his gaze fixed onto her silvery hair.

"No...? I don't think so..." Morgan replied, slightly thrown off by the random question. "Why, is it too long? Will it get in the way of-"

"Nope," Jean yawned, stretching his back against the chair. "Just wondering..."

As the conversation lulled, the teacher finally entered the room. He began distributing all sorts of textbooks and sheets to each cadet, which was received with mixed reactions. Some cadets groaned in disgust, while others immediately delved right into it.