Unrequited

How did this even start? It was supposed to be a simple midnight meet-up for some cadets. A few hours away from the harsh training regime. But, left to their own devices (and greatly influenced by Reiner and Jean) it had turned into a night of madness.

It descended into chaos as Sasha had a manic fit and decided it would be fun if everyone wrote down the name of the person they had a crush on.
The names would be put into a bucket and each person would read one out loud. The fun part was watching others try not to blush when they realised theirs was being read out. The guys had to sign G at the end and the girls had to sign L. "Why L?" questioned Sasha. "Well, you're all lovely ladies aren't you?" smirked Reiner.

Armin and Eren reacted with embarrassment. "Um, I'm not comfortable, um, doing that. Is that ok?" Poor Armin nearly buckled under the weight of Reiner slapping his shoulder. "It's all good, don't worry about it." The hulking blonde cheerfully reassured him before turning to Eren. "You don't HAVE to do it you know, it's ok to sit it out. It's just a bit of fun." Eren nodded in relief, before settling to one side with Armin to watch the bedlam.

Squeals of horror and bewilderment soon echoed around the empty stables.

"This guy signed Sasha!" roared Jean. As one, all heads turned to look at Connie, who turned an attractive shade of crimson. "D-Don't look at me! I wrote someone else, not Potato Girl!" Sasha glared at him, eyes blazing. "I eat ONE POTATO, ONE TIME!"
Grinning, Connie dipped his hand into the bucket and read the slip out loud. "No guesses who this is, she wrote Eren." Mikasa simply shrugged whilst Eren buried his face in his hands.

Mikasa's voice cut through the giggles. "This person wrote Reiner. No indication whether it's a man or woman."
Reiner's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as everyone collapsed around him. Sasha was laughing so hard she started honking through her nose. After laughing loudly himself, Reiner proudly puffed out his chest. "Well shit, I guess that just means you all find me irresistible, huh? Now someday maybe they'll have the balls to say it to my face- if they HAVE BALLS!"

Your hand scrabbled in the bottom of the bucket. There were only a few scraps of paper left. Chuckles escaped your lips as you read the name on the paper. "Wow, now it's getting freaky. Someone wrote Erwin! Just SOMEONE, doesn't say G or L!" Armin fell off his stool, he was shaking with laughter. Jean had to wipe tears from his eyes. "Ah fuck me, I don't know who wrote that but I have to wonder, is it Erwin or his eyebrows they fancy?"

"Anyone else think his eyebrows should be called the Wings of Freedom?" Bertholdt interjected though the giggles, causing the stable to be filled with the sound of whooping.

"Enough guys, enough, seriously, I'm gonna pee my pants!" Poor Sasha was crawling on all fours in desperation. "I think this is the last one, we'll have to think of some other way to pass the night." Bertholdt's large fingers closed around the last scrap of paper.
"Ah. Captain Levi. Written by a girl of course." All eyes landed on your face, causing it to burn. "What? I didn't write him down!" you wailed.

"Yeah sure, how come I saw him coming from your room last week?" asked Jean. "Hang on a second, you think I'd write him just because he was in my room?! He was doing inspections remember?!" Anger had started to creep into your voice.

Eren's green eyes were wide with shock. "You really like him? But he's so….so…" "Short?" finished Connie.
"He's not THAT short, and anyway I was going to say old, Connie if you'd let me finish talking!" You rolled your eyes in exasperation, Eren hated to be interrupted.
"Eren, he's not that old, and anyway I DIDN'T FUCKING WRITE HIS NAME!"

"Uh-huh, sure, denial says it all. Anyway I think we should move onto something different, there's no more paper left anyway." Reiner interjected. You shot a grateful look towards him. He didn't even notice. He was too busy frowning at the piece of paper that had his name on it, thoughtfully scratching his head and sneaking suspicious glances at everyone.

That's when things started spiralling downward. It was, of course, Jean's idea to have a Competition. Not just any competition either- a Physical Competition.

Sit ups. Crunches. Pull ups. Weights (the saddles were a great substitute), you kept up with all of them.
Things were going well until- "Hey, I wonder, do any of the girls have six packs?" Your heart sank like a stone as you saw that glint in Jean's eyes. Jean had a habit of trying to get you in a state of undress. It was always just banter until he got that look on his face.

You were scared of that look. That look meant there were feelings there. Feelings you didn't reciprocate. Sasha sadly lifted up her shirt to show her flat, firm yet totally unformed stomach. "Nope, no muscles for me." Connie was squinting hard at her tummy before mumbling to himself. "How can she be so skinny when she eats like a pig?" Sasha's slap around his ear sent him spinning.

Reiner's voice boomed loudly. "Mikasa, think you can shut Jean up? Rub it in his Horsey face hahahaha!" Without any shame, Mikasa unbuttoned her shirt to just beneath her chest wrappings. She oozed confidence. Her stomach was rock solid and perfectly toned. Reiner whistled. "Whoa, I didn't think you were that built!" Mikasa wasn't listening. Her gaze was focused on Eren who was doing his best to hide behind Armin.

Jean turned to you, a goofy grin spread from ear to ear. "Your turn. I bet you'll beat Mikasa."
Your breathing was coming fast, too fast. You were feeling lightheaded. "No. I'm not showing you, it's stupid."

"Come ooonnn, what's the big secret? You don't even have to totally undo your shirt, just pull it up." Jean playfully tugged at your shirt, beaming cheekily. "Jean stop it. No. This isn't funny." Your voice was wavering.
"Jesus, it's only a bit of fun!" In his pretense of lifting your shirt, he accidentally tore the bottom of it.

"NO!" The word burst forth from your throat, as you slapped him hard across the face.

Your little fingernail cut him below his left eye. He stumbled backwards, his expression one of utter shock and surprise.

He touched his cheek and his eyes widened when he saw the blood.

His voice rose to a high pitch as he started screaming at you. "What the fuck is your PROBLEM?! It was a fucking joke! You total psycho! What is WRONG with you?! You don't have to like me but you don't have to fucking ATTACK me either!"

You didn't respond. You wrapped your arms around your torso, trying to control the vicious shaking of your body.

You didn't mean to hurt him. A voice broke the stunned silence that followed his outburst.
All heads turned away from you and focused on the door. Your heart sank as you saw who it was.