Attack on Titan / Interactive Story

90

Being in the Military Police didn't really mean much. You were free to wander and do whatever, even stay in bed - if you wanted. Not many people would notice if you decided to stay inside all afternoon. You're tempted to test out your theory.

"Oi, Y/N?" It's Winona at the door. "Are you coming?"

Your eyes widen in surprise; how could you forget? You're still decked out in bed, the covers tangled around your legs. There's no way in hell you're letting her in your room with it like this. Technically, your room should be spick-and-span from the lack of materialistic items, but you somehow found a way to make it a pit.

"Uh," you scan the area for clothing. Did you even have clean clothes? "Yeah, give me a minute."

You find a shirt you wore the other day. Nobody would notice if you wore it again...hopefully. If only there were ways to clean clothes faster.

"We'll be late, Y/N."

You wanted to scream. You scrambled to throw on your clothes and uniform jacket, fasten all the buckles and run a hand through your hair. You knew they were going to be late, but you were doing everything faster than the speed of light in an attempt to make up for it.

You opened the door to find Winona, her back to the wall with her arms crossed at her chest.

"About time," she says, positioning her body back up and strutting down the hall. "let's go."

Ballard, the blessed soul he is, was buying breakfast for you and Winona down at a shop. Technically, you weren't allowed to just sit down at a cafe and have leisure time while on duty, so Ballard suggested picking up a meal to eat while on a stroll through the town.

"Heads up!"

You catch the package in the air before it's too late. Ballard smiles, his grey eyes sparkling. The sandwich doesn't look cheap; the ingredients are fresh, the paper around it is delicate and costly. The food itself is a delicacy.

Winona eyes her sandwich and moves it about in her hands. "You see your family already?"

"Yeah, saw them before I picked up the food. They're still expecting you for dinner."

The sandwich is warm in your hands, the bread fresh out of the oven. You heard something from Winona once that made you think Ballard was wealthy, this only contributed to it.

You eat and walk, listening to the buzz of the bees and the children who ran up and down the streets. The clouds began to morph into one, a jumble of darkness slowly looming over the houses. A gentle sandwich outing would only be rained on.

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