My late hero Eren x reader ( completed )

Dawn of a New Era

The completion of our training was both a relief and a point of pride. After months of grueling drills and rigorous assessments, the day had finally arrived. The colossal walls, once imposing and distant, now stood as silent witnesses to our achievement. We had mastered the skills necessary to confront the Titans threatening our existence beyond the sanctuary's walls. The final results were imminent, and a palpable tension clung to the air as we prepared for our graduation ceremony.

The first light of dawn crept through my window, painting the room with soft, golden hues. It was a serene morning, the sky awash with shades of amber and rose. The beauty of the sunrise was somewhat overshadowed by the ever-present walls, but even their somber shadow couldn't diminish the morning's splendor. I lay in bed for a moment longer, taking in the breathtaking vista, savoring this rare tranquility before the whirlwind of the day.

Rising from my slumber, I noticed the familiar blanket draped over me. Its warmth was comforting, and its scent—a faint echo of Eren's presence—evoked a bittersweet nostalgia. Eren, now settled in his own dorm, seemed a world away, but his essence lingered in the fabric, a silent reminder of the bond we shared. I closed my eyes briefly, letting the warmth of his memory guide me into a resolve.

With a determined sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and descended from the tree where I had spent many peaceful mornings. The cool, crisp air greeted me as I made my way back to the dormitory, a stark contrast to the warmth I had left behind. The familiar routine of preparing for the day was a ritual I had come to cherish, a moment of calm before the chaos of graduation.

The shower was a welcome reprieve. Today, the water was unusually warm, a rare indulgence that I savored. The steam enveloped me, washing away the remnants of sleep and leaving me refreshed. I allowed myself a brief smile, recalling Christa's infamous long, hot showers and how we had all joked about it. The warmth was a luxury, and for a moment, I let it ease the tension building within me.

After dressing in my uniform, I took a moment to appreciate the significance of the day. The uniform, pristine and sharp, was a symbol of our hard-earned dedication. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. My hair, usually meticulously styled, was left to fall naturally today. There was something liberating about embracing its casual elegance, a symbol of the freedom that lay ahead.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I made my way to the ceremony hall. The air was electric with anticipation, a hum of excitement that seemed to resonate with every step I took. The other trainees were gathering, their faces a mix of nervousness and pride. I took a deep breath, letting the crisp morning air calm my nerves and focus my thoughts.

The grand hall was abuzz with a mixture of excitement and reverence. The soft hum of conversations filled the space as the ceremony continued. The walls, adorned with banners of honor, seemed to echo with the anticipation of what was to come. The recruits stood in perfect alignment, their uniforms pristine, each one reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment.

Mikasa's name had been called first. She moved with her characteristic grace, her eyes steady and her posture composed. As she approached the podium, the room fell into a respectful silence, punctuated only by the occasional shuffling of feet. The commanding officer's words resonated through the hall, acknowledging Mikasa's exceptional skills and unwavering dedication. The applause that followed was thunderous, a testament to her achievements. Mikasa accepted her commendation with a nod, her face a picture of serene satisfaction.

As Mikasa stepped back, it was my turn. The commanding officer cleared his throat and called out, "And now, for the second top recruit, who has demonstrated remarkable skill and dedication throughout the training—Y/N"