Eren was squashed between a rock and a hard place.

By a rock, he meant his current academic record. And by hard place, he meant the short, black-haired man boring at him from across the brown desk. Here he was again. All they did was sit here and stare at each other for thirty minutes anyway. Why would this time be any different? Didn't Levi hate him and this job? There was no reason for him to break into his coffee time by having him in this cramped grey office for another advisement.

Eren sighed. He wouldn't be able to plead the fifth this time.

"You know, I'll admit that I'm not the most relaxed kid my age," Eren said. "I guess I yell a little more than other people. But that's gonna be great in the future, because I can project my voice. That's the best thing about me. My voice. Although I think I'm athletic enough. More so than some guys around here."

"So none of the girls here are athletic?" Levi asked while rolling his eyes.

Eren looked up at the tall bookcase almost touching the desk. The oak tower held the rainbow of spines dotting the shelves. It was probably the only source of comfort Levi got during the day, Eren noted pitifully. He shifted his gaze back to Levi, who was still as a statue while glaring at him. "I mean, they're a lot of girls in this school that are good fighters. They kind of emasculate a lot of guys here, though. Sometimes, I still think Armin is a girl. And I mean that in the best way possible. If I was gay, he would be the first person I'd go to."

"To get head or something like that?"

"You know, I think that about half the stuff you say in these sessions are borderline illegal for you to say to me.'"

"I'm just hoping that you don't become a future prostitute. I heard you're quite promiscuous."

Eren straightened up in his seat and narrowed his eyes at Levi. "I'll have you know that I am still a virgin."

"I bet Annie would say otherwise."

Eren sat up straighter. "Annie hates you, too, you know."

Levi held his finger up and looked down. He reached towards the golden handle on one of his desk drawers. With a grunt, he thrusted open a drawer on his mahogany desk. He shuffled through the papers and files littering the floor of the large drawer. He pulled out a flyer. With a flourish, he shoved it in Eren's direction.

When Eren grabbed it, he first noticed he big gold letters at the top of the large flyer. Then, he looked down at the picture. On the cover was a large group of people dressed in various colorful uniforms. It appeared to be a wartime drama of some sort. The large spotlights outlined their silhouettes. Behind them, a massive crowd was standing up and had their hands frozen in mid-clap.

Eren furrowed his eyebrows. "You want me to join the drama club?"

Levi rolled his eyes again. "Not really. But you said you liked your voice."

"So I have to join the drama club now," Eren commented.

Levi closed the drawer with a quick slam. "I honestly don't care if you join it or not. But you have to join something. You just don't seem to have any ambition at the moment."

"I am very ambitious. Just not about anything realistic."

"Is that why you still want to be an astronaut?"

"Are we done here?" Eren asked loudly.

Levi nodded. Eren heaved himself out of the swivel chair and picked up his red backpack at his feet. He flung it onto his shoulders and turned towards the opaque wooden door. He reached for the freezing golden doorknob.

"You should do it."

Eren did not bat an eye as he ignored Levi's voice and pushed his way out into the hallway.


Mikasa Ackerman swung her legs on the brown bench in front of the green pear tree. The sun was stamped on the blue canvas above while the crisp late autumn wind blew through her thick ebony hair.

A few other people were littered around the small meadow overlooking the track field of Trost High School in the suburban area. However, as she fumbled with the soft silk of the red scarf wrapped around her neck, her grey eyes shifted towards a specific person jogging up towards her.

Some thought it was creepy how Mikasa was always around Eren. Some thought it was sweet. Regardless, the two were like hot glue and paper.

Eren crunched the growing mint-toned grass. He looked at her with a small frown., almost as if a fly was zooming around his head. He sat next to her.

"Should I join the Drama club?"

Mikasa looked at Eren and met his dark green eyes. She contemplated as she noticed her dull reflection in them. "What?"

"The Drama Club. In my meeting with Levi, he said he wanted me to do something. And I said that since the accident, I didn't feel like doing anything. But then he pulled the 'I'm better than you and I know everything about you' card and said I needed to do something."

"Why?"

"So I don't pull a Marco, I guess."

Mikasa smacked Eren on his shoulder. "Don't say that out loud. Jean is right over there."

Eren followed Mikasa's outstretched finger to the bottom of the gentle hill, where Jean Kirchstein was chatting with a member of the track team that was practicing.

Eren groaned. "That just made my day worse."

Mikasa sighed. "He's not that bad."

"You know what else wasn't bad once? Marco, until he joined that street gang."

"You're losing your touch if that's the best you could come up with."

Eren felt a small shiver of surprise trickle down his spine as he turned to meet the steel blue eyes of a blonde-haired girl with a ponytail. With reverence, he crossed his arms and turned to her.

"Hello, Ex."

"My name is Annie, Eren. And if you're going to make fun of Marco's death, at least be funny. That's what Connie is doing."

Eren smirked. "Okay, Annie, what are you doing here?"

"Not getting back with you, if that's what you're asking. Although one night stands are still a possibility."

Mikasa stood up and faced her. "Shut up. He still has bruises from where you hit him last month," Mikasa said loudly.

Eren gasped. "Mikasa! Don't say that," he said before turning back to Annie. "I didn't get any bruises."

Annie smirked. "Whatever. As much as I like seeing you in breakup denial, or is it breakup mourning? Anyway, Armin told me that his phone died, so he needed me to tell you all to not wait for him after school."

Eren tilted his head. "Why not?"

Annie snorted. "Are you serious? What do you mean 'why not?'"

Eren walked closer to Annie. "I mean, why is he after school?"

Mikasa stood up and put a hand on Eren's shoulder, causing him to turn around. "He's at the Drama Club tryouts. He's only been talking about it all month."

Eren, with his mouth slightly agape, whipped around towards Annie. Her small grin infuriated him to no end. It was so smug and annoying and powerful and incredibly hot on her. Although he wouldn't be saying that last part out loud any time soon.

"BFFs, huh?" She asked sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I've been busy being depressed and crying my eyeballs out from this breakup I had early in the month," Eren said with a loud, sarcastic voice.

"So you do still care about me? I'll write it in my diary if you write it in yours."

Eren froze. "You said you wouldn't tell anybody about my diary."

"I didn't. I just texted Sasha and Connie about it. I'm sure they'll make of it what they will."

Eren's shoulders slumped down in defeat. He let out another warm sigh into the cooling air. "But he was my ride home. And I'm not going on the bus."

"Why?" Mikasa asked.

"Germs."

"Levi is starting to rub off on you," Annie said with her snotty smirk rising. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was rubbing off with you in other ways."

"We both know that's not true. And I have to find Armin, anyway. We still have that presentation to work out. I'll see you later, Annie."

"No kiss goodbye?"

If Eren was not such a gentleman, he would have snapped on her any second. As is, just seeing Jean's face made him want to do that already. He started to tread down the hill. Mikasa followed behind him. They appeared to be there much longer than usual. They normally left in the middle of lunch, not at the very end. It was a decent change of pace, though.

As he looked forward at the building, he did start to feel a little sad. For as headstrong and raucous as he could be, there was some truth in his words. It almost seemed like Annie was dangling it in front of him like a dog's chew toy.

He absent-mindedly grabbed onto the straps of his backpack. Inside it was more graded papers scorched with red corrective ink; all of which slashed Eren's hopes of having a decent Grade Point Average. His parents would give him another earful, but he just couldn't care as much.

The only real sources of comfort at this point were Mikasa and Armin. Although, he was glad the lines of communication were still open with Annie. They had known each other too long to completely ignore each other after the events beforehand.

Then again, he was forced to deal with a number of people he did not want to see. Cue Levi and Jean.

However, as he walked to confront Armin, he had little foresight into what he was walking into.

An escape.

A catharsis.

A headache.

An opportunity.

And it all started with the push of the door into the Drama Club room.

Where he saw Armin kissing Jean Kirschtein.


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