The Survey Corps had sent Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman to embark on a perilous undercover mission to unveil the concealed truth behind the Coordinate, those who held the power to transform. They would be enrolled into Trost High, disguised as ordinary students, to blend in with their targeted group and retrieve priceless information from them. Would Eren and Mikasa go to instinct-defying lengths to accomplish the mission and sacrifice all that they possessed? ~~~~~ Obediently, he held the pistol to her temple, his hands quivering. "I'm so sorry, Mikasa," Eren croaked, seeing the girl's grey eyes widen in sheer terror. Sucking in a rattled breath, he pulled the trigger. -All characters belong to Hajime Isayama-

Eren Yeager knew that he did not have much time remaining on this world anymore. He had fallen sick and the doctors were not optimistic about his condition. Despite his illness, he had vowed to do anything within his physical abilities to add colours to others' lives, even if that meant sacrificing everything he loved. ~~~~~ "The tests, they came out positive," Mikasa whimpered, holding a hand to her abdomen frailly. A moment of silence suspended between them. "Wh-who's the father?" Eren sucked in a raspy breath and placed his hands on her shoulders to stable her. "I don't know, Eren, I don't know." ~~~~~ A heart-wrenchingly poignant twist to the typical Eremika high school fanfiction. 'Get your Kleenex ready' ~All characters belong to Hajime Isayama~ ~This is completely a work of fiction~