~Marisa~
I WAS NOT IN THE MOOD TO SLEEP.
After tossing and turning, getting only two or so hours of sleep I just decided to give up.
After Connie, Sasha and the others piled on top of me my back has been weird, more than ever. I jumped outta bed and tiptoed out of the cabin, where Kodia's snoring could be heard from the outside.The sun was peeking out in the horizon as I stood there, admiring the view.
Just as I was about to turn back someone grabbed my shoulder, I immediately jumped back and turned into a kungfu master. The hand turned out to be Eren's.
"Marisa, what are you doing here?" He asked.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" I huffed and crossed my arms.
Eren stuck out his chest, "Doing some early morning laps," I gapped at him for a few seconds. Running laps around the campus? Last time Sasha did that and she nearly went insane.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
Eren's eye brows twitched and he turned away, "Yes, and if you want to get eaten by a Titan because you aren't muscular enough, then so be it,"
Oh no you didn't.
I shoved Eren onto the ground and ran, head is too far up his ass again, "Bet you can't catch up to me!" I shouted.
Eren stood up and brushed off the dust from his clothes and ran after me. As we were running I had the urge to say something Mikasa would never ever say in her entire life.
"Eren," I said, he turned towards me as we ran. "Mikasa.....a Mikasa has...abs!!"
Eren immediately tripped over and he face planted onto the ground.
He sat up and spat dirt out of his mouth. "What?"
I face palmed my-self, "I saw, she was exercising in her room and she had a 6 pack,"
There was a moment of silence between us.
"Let's not talk about this again," Eren said awkwardly and ran ahead of me. I nodded and ran,
"You're right, thinking about it is awkward,"
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Woohoo another CHAPPY done! So short.
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