"Mikasa's too in love with Eren, and the blockhead's too busy getting himself killed to even notice," He sighed, gazing up at the night sky. Turning his head, he faced her with a wistful smile. "I guess we're hopeless, aren't we?" "Yeah," She replied, looking away from his heavy gaze, and instead focusing on the stars...
You are the adoptive son of Grisha Yeager you are three years older than Eren. You were saved by Grisha after finding you injured and left to dead near a river in Wall Maria I do not own AOT, all credit goes to Hajime Isayama. I'm just writing a fanfiction that is in my head.
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'You look over to the spot your parents were standing not even a half a minute ago. Your ears were ringing, the big boulder in front of you earning your full attention. You barely even noticed someone grabbing your hand, pulling you along with them in a haste. Your eyes finally broke free from the large rock and found...