AOT Oneshots ~ x reader

Count on Me (HighschoolAU!Eren x Reader)

A/N: I've never written a high school au before which is weird bc i live a high school au minus the romance.

Anyway just for those that don't know: a soliloquy is a verse/collection of a characters thoughts that they're muttering to themselves without the intention of another character hearing. (Like an internal monologue though less refined)

You thumbed over the small, black combination lock kindly provided to you by the school upon your arrival . You'd spent all your previous schooling life at the Maria Academy; it was the very place you'd met your long time friend Ymir before she moved to your current institute of education. You remained in contact, as if subconsciously foreshadowing that soon after your parents sent out an application to that same school. Rose High was a popular place, hence why there was a wait of three years before you became fully enrolled. Though hardly one to look a gift horse in the mouth- upon hearing about the recent expulsion of a student, you learnt the true conditions of your sudden acceptance. You soon discovered the aforementioned student was in fact a sportsman; at least now the smell in your second hand locker had an explanation to it.

Despite a mid year entry, you'd adjusted almost immediately- Ymir eagerly invited you to join her at the table alongside three new friends: Krista, Sasha and Connie. Within the space of a single lunch break, you felt as though you'd known these people your entire life. Krista was kind and eagerly showed you to your history class; the one place both Connie and Sasha's humorous tendencies were made even more apparent. Two months soon flew by and you failed to recall a single lesson of history that didn't entail the three of you giggling at how easy it was to change your teachers surname from 'Mr.Dok' to 'Mr.Dork.' Despite these displays of immaturity, you were yet to score a visit to the office of the principal; Mr Erwin Smith. You had every intention of avoiding that encounter, hence why a certain upcoming mathematics lesson had left you in a rut.

You were at your locker, virtually turning it inside out in hopes of locating your calculator. Deep down you know all along that the search was fruitless, in your haste you'd left it at home on your desk. The words, Mr. Ackerman is gonna kill meeee, repeated mentally as though they were a self mocking mantra. Deeply irritated and distressed, you had not noticed that such words were actually murmured out loud. You were already late by nearly ten minutes to both your exam and class, though being reprimanded for punctuality as opposed to forgetting a vital utensil you'd been reminded about numerous times seemed more appealing. You believed the hallway to be deserted until a cautious voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Hello?" The tone was evidently male, and one you'd heard before but couldn't put a name to. You gulped, forcing back frustrated tears that'd brimmed on your lower lash line.

As you turned you fell into a set of bright, turquoise eyes framed by unruly chocolate locks. His rather striking features instantly rang of familiarity to you as you struggled to recall his name.

"Are you okay? You seem pretty annoyed and er, concerned about seeing Mr. Ackerman," he raised a brow awaiting your answer before musing aloud, "Well, not like I can blame you he's scary as hell..."

For the first time since realising your error, you smiled at the words he spoke. You remembered now, he was the boy that sat three rows in front of you in english class. You'd never spoken to him properly and until now were blissfully unaware of how enamouring his irises were.

"I'm fine thanks, I just... Forgot my calculator that's all," the latter half of your sentence trailed into a light laugh, half in feigned comfort and half in nerve.

His face dropped and he nodded in understanding, as though your troubles resonated with him. He gave a momentary glance at the clock through the glass door of a nearby deserted classroom before focusing back onto you.