Sooo, last chapter, we left off with the first class in Titan Delinquency School- gym!-! Armin and Marco are the first victims of our crazy, ass-aulting obstacle course!-! Are you ready for this?!-! You better be, 'cause the insanity only gets worse from here!-! (Maybe?)

Okay, I'm gonna sum up my plans for the next few chappies. I'm also naming my chapters from now on.

Chapter 1- Enrolled

Chapter 2- Gym Class

Chapter 3- Normal Class Is Now Known as Chaotic Craziness

Chapter 4- Recess A.K.A. Crime Class

Chapter 5- Lunch

Chapter 6- Righting Class

Chapter 7- The Procedures

Chapter 8- The Officers

Chapter 9- Punishment

Hope you enjoy!-!

Unfortunately, Armin and Marco didn't have a choice in the matter. They HAD to go through this. And they were the first to, which made it even more unfortunate.

But Armin was smart, and lucky for Marco, Armin went ahead first.

"Um.." Armin put the tip of his finger to his lips, thinking like he always did of how to intelligently solve the problem easily. Eren had the keenest eye on him, but everyone was watching intensely to see what the two would do. Armin calculated every single bit of the course before he even stepped upon it. Unfortunately, that made Eren have more simultaneous time to watch and get horny over Armin's cuteness.

First up was the towers. You had to somehow get up there and jump from tower to tower. If you fell, well.. let's just say it wouldn't end well.

Next was the creaking, broken bridge of rope. Again, falling was equal to meeting your dooming demise.

Third up was the monkey rope. You had to grab the long vine and get to the other side.

After that was the balls. There was a giant pit of balls in a container. After that was two paths that eventually met each other. One path was met by staying up from the balls the entire time while the other path was the result of diving into the balls and getting out at the bottom's hole. To keep the balls from getting out of that hole, it was a locked door. You had to somehow get that door open by your own means or by the key that was on the other side. It seemed more perilous than the higher result, but after that one perilous job was easy peasy. And some, like Eren, enjoyed going through all those balls- they found it fun.

Regardless that it was certainly childish.

I will finish the explanation of the paths later, but for now, let's see what path Armin chooses. And in turn, what path Marco follows on.

Armin climbed the tower. He wasn't one for jumping, but his grip could be good. Especially if his hands got sweaty and in turn, sticky. Sure, it was hard to stay on that long, but when Armin looked at the ground when he felt himself starting to slip, he got dizzy before gathering himself like never before to NOT FALL. His willpower of that was strong, and thus, he was able to climb up the tower. But barely. Just barely.

He then recalculated the specific way to jump once more to make sure of himself. When he was sure, he began jumping and recalculated once more before jumping to the next tower. This process continued until he was all the way to the last tower. He'd had a few close calls, but he was able to make it. Again, just. Barely..

Armin was frightened just the same for the broken bridge, but he had to face his fears.. Who knows what would happen if he refused to do the course. Somehow, he didn't think he would just get a simple 'F'. Not that 'F's weren't his worst nightmare.

He held onto the side that was longer and looked sturdier and walked from each rope to the next, carefully. Very, very carefully. His foot almost slipped once, but he regained his balance. At the middle of the bridge, where there was a break in it, Armin hopped as far as he could and gripped to whatever he could. When the bridge went down - the rope keeping it toward the ceiling ripped - Armin screeched a squeak and hung on for dear life. The shock and fear fading, he opened his tightly shut eyes slowly to see that he had to climb up.

There was no time for calculations.

He heard groaning at the start, probably since he'd broken the bridge for everyone else, but he marched on anyway.

He put one hand in front of the other, keeping his grip as strong as he could. Once he was high/far enough, he began using his feet for extra leverage. Eventually, he was panting and relieved at the top of the bridge.

Armin then looked up with determination and rose from his dogged position. He grabbed the vine carefully and meticulously, making sure his hands were on the place where they could grip best. He then jumped from the vine, praying for his own safety. Eventually, the rope hit its peak, and Armin jumped off it at just the right moment. The vine went swinging back to the place it began at, and it was hooked back to where it was.

Armin landed in all the balls, and he immediately began sinking. Of course, Armin was light in weight, so as he thought, it was easier to maneuver around, especially since he was also thin.

He pushed his way to the left corner of the container and found the keys. He then took them off their hook and swam to the door at the other end. He fumbled with the keys, eventually getting it right, and went through the door.

Next.

There were three for this path while there were five for the other. Armin had planned this. One hardship and three easies vs. one slightly easy and five normal challenges? Hardly even a question.

On this path was the hopscotch, river of who-knows-what, and the rush against the fan.

'Hopscotch' is a simple child's game. .. Right?

Not in Titan School.

The hopscotch was far apart, at least a meter in distance from one to the next. Between that was mud and gasoline under spikes.

Armin prayed chants as he jumped from one to the next. Each time, he barely got out alive. Then he jumped into the river and swam through it. He heard his admirer yell out to him.

"NEE, F*CK BOY, SEX TOY, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE IN RIGHT NOW?! BLOOD, AND SOME CUM BY YOURS TRULY~!"

Armin froze in shock. He felt like he was gonna puke.

"Yeager, I've told you to stop these pranks of cumming in the morning exercise," Pixis said calmly.

"F*CK YOU, PIXIS!" Eren screamed back.

But he soon regretted talking back. His ankles were tied to the ceiling, his body nude under tight leather. Chains covered the black leather. Blood rushed to his head, and it ached. Eren screamed in agony.

Armin rushed through the river crazily, wanting to get out as soon as possible, not even paying attention to Eren's fit.

After that, Armin fought against the strong fan. Then, he had to run through giant balls going back and forth. After that, he had to punch enough force into a machine, which took practically all his strength. Then he had to figure out a puzzle, which he did in seconds.

Marco followed Armin, copying his movements.

Both were successful.

And Eren was released, for Pixis didn't want to kill him. Eren was unconscious and blue. He had to go last since it took so long for him to wake up. Even with a cold washcloth on his forehead.

So that was gym. The gym of torture.