"Y/n, you can't just openly say that out here."
"What, killing? It's not like you haven't done it before."
"I know that, and so have you."
Eren x Fem!Reader
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You were with your friends in the kitchen, making a meal for everyone.
Connie had just finished filling you in on the situation with his mom, who supposedly turned into a titan. Then there's his hometown, Ragako Village, and this Beast Titan that came out of nowhere.
"That sucks. Sorry that it's happening."
"It's alright. Not like it's your fault," he said as he peeled potatoes next to you. "And Y/n, no one eats carrot slices as thin as those."
"What? I might."
"You don't eat carrots," said Mikasa, who was helping out Historia with the stew at the stove.
"No one was talking to you, Mikasa."
Historia peered over your shoulder and let out a small chuckle. "Y/n, I know you have probably the best skills with knives out of all of us, but don't you think those slices are a bit too thin?"
"No? Look." You balanced a slice upright, but it folded over like paper. "Oh."
Mikasa sighed and nudged you over. "Move aside, I'll cut these up. Go throw out the trash or something."
"Don't boss me around," you muttered. "That used to be my job."
"Y/n, you can help me with the stew-"
"No, she should not be trusted with fire," said Mikasa, a bit too quickly. "She'll burn the whole house down. She's skilled and precise, but she's careless."
"Tch. Talking as if I'm not right here." You picked up the basket littered with peeled skins of the vegetables.
Eren headed down the stairs, cracking his neck after some long hours of sleep. As he stepped into the kitchen, he made eye contact with you. You looked away immediately. So he looked away, too.
"Finally got out of bed?" asked Mikasa. "Good, make your lazy ass useful. Imagine what Carla would say right now if she saw you lounging in bed, leaving the kitchen work to the girls."
"Alright, I get it. I'll help," he said, a bit more snappy than he meant to. "Who the hell cuts carrots like this?"
"Y/n," the rest of them said.
"It's irritating to look at."
You scoffed. "Let's see you do better, then."
"Fine, I will. Mikasa, knife?" She handed it to him, and he got to work. But he was far from precise. He cut them in thicker chunks, but he did it so aggressively that there were already marks on the wooden board.
"Now, that's what I call irritating."
"You're irritating."
You raised your eyebrows. "You want to speak up? Say that to my face?" But he continued cutting the carrots and didn't meet your eyes. "Yeah, got nothing much to say now, huh?"
