Memories (Ereri reincarnation au)

Chapter 3- Art class

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"I'm not sure. It must have been some sort of accident when I was younger.*" Eren answered. Reiner looked a bit disbelieving but then seemed to accept the answer. Jean, however still looked suspicious.

"Really? They don't look like something you could forget."

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Eren walked out of the changing room, feeling all eyes on him as he left. When he was far enough away, he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. 

"Why did you sigh, Eren?" a person popped up behind Eren out of the blue. He whipped his head around and Mikasa was standing there, staring at him. 

"Ah, well... They asked about the scars on my hands." Eren said quietly. he didn't want anybody to hear their conversation. I mean, its okay if Armin hears. He doesn't know yet, but I trust him.

"Oh. What did you tell them?" Mikasa asked Eren. 

"Uhh... Well, I told them that it must have been some accident when I was younger." Eren said. Mikasa and Eren both knew why he had those scars. Well, to be more specific, their parents told them. Eren was born with the scars. He was a mystery. Nobody knew why he was born with them. Eren only ever told people that he could trust with his life. Not somebody like Reiner. Even if he asked. I only met him today and its not like I talked with him a lot. Eren thought.

"Good." Mikasa said. "We need to get to our next class now. Its electives."

Eren nodded and cheered inside his head. Electives were usually Eren's favorite block of the day. He had always picked art as an elective no matter which school he went to. Eren loved sketching. He was good at it too. 

Mikasa always had the same electives as Eren. She always picked what he picked. This year was a little different. Eren let Mikasa pick the second elective. To his dismay, she picked PE. Eren had no choice but to go with it since he promised her.

Mikasa started walking to the art classroom. I wonder which teacher will supervise art class... Eren thought. I hope he or she is a nice teacher. Not like Mr. Shadis.

Mikasa stopped at the classroom and looked at the room number. Armin had told her which classroom it was. Eren followed her in. When he looked inside, he didn't see many students at all. There were a few students from the other two classes in their grade, but they kept to themselves. The students from the same classes made clusters so that they were near each other. 

Eren spotted someone waving at him. It was Sasha. Sasha's in art class?! Eren was confused. Then again, he wouldn't know which class she would be in. If there was a cooking class, she would double up. They didn't have a cooking class at this school, though. 

"Hey guys! You picked art too?" Sasha waved at them. This time, she wasn't eating a potato. She was eating an apple. The teacher came over. Its Hannes! Eren thought.

"Sasha, that was supposed to be your reference! You aren't supposed to eat your reference!" An exasperated Hannes said. "Oh, hello Eren. Mikasa. I'm the art teacher. They didn't have a teacher who was an art expert. Then again, all I need to do is make sure that you kids don't do something like throwing paint at each other."

"Hello, Hannes!" Eren chirped. "So... Do we have to sit in a specific seat?"

Hannes laughed. "Well, you can probably already tell that this isn't a very formal class. So, no. You can sit wherever you want. Although, most students prefer to sit with their class."

"Alright!" Eren said. He pulled up a chair to the big table that Sasha was sitting at. Eren got his sketchbook and pencils out. Mikasa sat next to him and got her sketchbook out. She only had one because she was in art class.