"Is it really your birthday?!" A crowd of cadets pulled and pushed there way over to the tiny little blonde in question. She sat, breakfast in hand, flustered, not knowing which out of the ten people yelling at her she should respond to. Luckily her favorite person came to the rescue, like she always does.
"Move," somehow Ymir's low raspy became more heard then the rowdy teens. Probably because they all knew not to mess with the freckled beast, especially in the morning. The cadets crowding the seat across Krista quickly parted to let her sit. The sharp brunette glanced around glaring at each kid, annoyed.
"Leave," before the words even came out of her mouth half the group already scrambled to go before they were on the receiving end of a feisty Ymir. Krista gave her partner a smile for the help, she began to speak but was too slow, "why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"
"Come on, not you too," the little one sighted out in frustration. "That's all everyone is talking about, not sure what they think is so interesting about me," Krista picked at her eggs.
"Your beauty," it amazed Krista that Ymir could say things like that and not have her expression change at all.
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Logged back in. This was in my drafts. Here you go. Sorry for the abrupt leaving
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Cruel Beautiful World
FanfictionYmir and Krista's relationship grows in the training day. If they want it or not. Takes place in the canon world, showing the interactions of the two when they train for four years.
