𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬 | 𝐉. 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 ✔️

i guess she is prettier

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

~I Guess She Is Prettier~

"SOLDIERS, ATTENTION!"

A swift wave of salutes echoed through the ranks, each soldier trying to match the intensity. The commander, a formidable figure, meticulously inspected each salute. Grateful to be at the back, I observed a girl with a potato getting bold.

'oh man, shits about to get interesting,' I thought, suppressing a chuckle.

Suddenly, the commander's gaze locked onto me, his eyes ablaze with anger. Panic set in momentarily as he approached. I almost thought I'd embarrassed myself.

"WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!" he bellowed, and I obediently complied, more concerned about the spit on my face than his offense.

His glare shifted away as he continued berating the potato girl, and I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

Scanning my surroundings, my attention was drawn to a taller boy, just about an inch or two taller than me. I estimated him to be around 5'9, while I stand at 5'7. Our eyes briefly met, prompting me to casually inspect my shoes, masking the fact that I had been observing him.

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

Taking a solitary seat, I reflect on a life spent mostly indoors, engrossed in learning about titans and the world beyond. My social skills are underdeveloped, having missed out on the art of mingling.

A friendly invitation disrupts my solitude. "Come sit down with us," a girl with flowing blonde hair gestures warmly.

"Sure," I respond, joining her as we walk towards the group. Despite being in their company, I choose a spot slightly apart, engrossed in my meal.

As the conversation unfolds, the blonde girl queries, "Which district are you from?" Her perpetually smiling demeanor raises my curiosity, leaving me to ponder if her cheerful facade hides something beneath.

Oh well, it's not my business.

"I'm from Shiganshina District," I respond, my gaze fixed on my food.

Her curiosity persists, "You also saw the titans, didn't you?"

With a hint of bitterness, I reply, "I mean, I did witness my entire family getting killed. So, what do you think?" Despite my unintentional rudeness and sarcasm, the harsh reality of my experience lingers in the air.

I didn't mean to sound rude. But it just comes out like that.

Surprised by the unexpected voice, I turn to see another blonde figure—this time, a boy.

"Yeah, Shiganshina District," I reply, completing my meal.

Curiosity persists as the blonde girl inquires, "What's your name?"

"I'm [Name] [Last Name]," I respond.

"I'm Christa Lenz," she introduces herself, whispering the second part too softly for me to catch.

The adorable blonde boy chimes in, "Well, I'm Armin Arlert."

"I'm Jean Kirstein," declares the attractive boy from earlier.

"Sasha Braus here," adds the girl who stirred things up.

"Conny Springer," states the bald boy.

"Reiner Braun—" begins a muscular man, interrupted by a fierce blonde, "Annie Leonhart," she introduces herself, locking eyes with me.

"Bertholdt Hoover," shyly announces a tall man.

"Mikasa Ackerman," chimes in a striking girl with black shoulder-length hair.

"Yo! I'm Ymir," exclaims a lively girl with short brown hair and freckles. The diverse group now introduced, I absorb the names and faces around me.

"I'm Eren Yeager. And I will get rid of all those titans once and for all," Eren declares passionately, his words captivating my attention.

Glancing at Jean, who's fixated on Mikasa, I return my focus to my meal, exhaling with a sigh.

"Are you gonna finish that?!" a voice interrupts, and I turn to find Sasha eyeing my food, her enthusiasm evident. Slowly, I slide my plate toward her.

Sasha eagerly digs in, devouring the meal. Meanwhile, the others swarm around Eren, bombarding him with questions about titans, the fallen wall, and more.

I lower my hands, choosing to silently observe, fixating my gaze on the table.

"Shut it horseface!" Eren yells.

As Eren and Jean engaged in a fistfight, the atmosphere grew lively with cheers and laughter. Some onlookers were genuinely concerned, but most seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

Suddenly, the commander burst in, demanding an explanation. Rolling my eyes, I prepared to speak, but Mikasa beat me to it.

"Potato girl farted," she stated casually, and confusion ensued as Sasha exclaimed, "Huh!?" Laughter erupted once the commander left.

We shared jokes and had a good time, but as the moment to part ways approached, I headed towards Jean. However, my steps halted when I witnessed something unexpected unfold.

Observing Jean's failed attempt at complimenting Mikasa, I shook my head, deeming it none of my business. Moving past him, I unintentionally overheard Eren advising Mikasa to cut her hair, citing potential interference.

To my surprise, Mikasa took immediate action, slicing her hair with a sharp object. Shocked, I stood there contemplating why she would act so impulsively, especially after receiving a compliment.

The notion of them being childhood friends crossed my mind, a connection that might explain her compliance. I glanced back at Jean, who appeared lost in thought.

Letting out a sigh, I walked away, leaving behind the tangled threads of their relationships.

to you.. in 2000 years..
i'm coming back to this to edit
it in 2023 lmaoo after the last aot ep

how tf did you guys read ts, it's so bad 😭

Message from A/N - Hello lovelies thanks for reading. I wrote this out of now here because I was super

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