Sorry for waiting so long to update... Air conditioning was out and it made me kind of loopy, which doesn't help with writer's block.
This is reposted from my Archive account~
Comments are welcome! ^^
"Eren Jaeger?"
"Is Eren Jaeger here? Eren?"
"Eren Jaeger?"
"H-here!" Jean glances over at the boy who jumps up, waving his arms like a lunatic, avoiding the gaze of the girl turned around in front of him. His brown hair is messy- not in an artful or attractive way, just plain sticking up and mussed- and his green eyes are wide with fear, shock, and annoyance. He's on the smaller side- not scrawny, per se, but not exactly muscular- and he's probably an inch or two shorter than Jean. His uniform is messy, like he got into a tussle on his way here, and there's a small stain on his shirt collar.
So, basically, he looks like crap.
"You may sit down now, Mr. Jaeger," and the boy does, blatantly ignoring the chorus of snickers that come from being scolded. The girl in front of him plops something on his desk and turns around, face blank but exuding an aura of pissed-off-ness.
For a moment, Jean observes the boy- Eren- as he greedily flips open the comic and flashes a glare at the girl's back before dragging his gaze to the girl. His first thought?
That has got to be the prettiest girl I have ever seen.
Her hair falls almost to her shoulders, black and glossy, and swoop bangs cut across her forehead, framing a set of dark brown eyes with thick black lashes; her lips are cherry-colored. Her skin is cream-colored with the faintest hint of blush in her cheeks- probably from being annoyed at that Eren kid. She's wearing the navy blue school blazer with a white shirt underneath, a red-brown scarf wrapped around her neck, and the pleated navy uniform skirts rides up to reveal pale thighs. The high knee socks are pulled up perfectly and her black school shoes shine. She looks like the model of a perfect student.
"Jean Kirstein?"
Jean jumps at his name and stutters out a nervous "h-here", flashing a glare at Marco, who's hiding his chuckles in a magazine, while Connie openly laughs and calls Jean a "space cadet". Jean's eyes wander back to the girl, but snap forward when he sees her looking at him and- is that a faint small on her lips? He's too embarrassed to check.
~Later that day~
"Are you eating a potato?" Armin asks incredulously. The girl in front of him- Sasha- took out a raw potato to start eating during their lunch break.
"Mm-hm. Are you going to eat that?" she points at Armin's bento, eyeing it greedily.
"Um," Armin glances over at Mikasa, who shrugs like she couldn't care less, "No. You can have it."
"Thanks so much!" And then the girl is devouring it cheerfully, shoving the food into her mouth so fast it's kind of intimidating. "Aw, it's gone." she frowns at the now empty container.
"Hey, Connie, can I have some of that?" Sasha turns to a boy with a shaved head who is eating a bag of chips whilst mimicking a wrestling move.
"No way! You always eat it all." The boy replies, pausing in his rendition of the move. "I won't this time! I promise! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
"No!"
"But whyyyyyyyyyy?"
"Because, you always-" Connie pauses as Mikasa stands up, walking over to Sasha. She deposits another bento in front of her. "Please stop fighting. It's very distracting." Which is Mikasa speak for 'please shut up you idiots',Armin thinks. "Oh, yay, thank you!" Sasha makes to start eating, but Mikasa stops her.
"Try to eat slower. It's more filling that way."
Then Mikasa returns to her desk and goes back to reading her book.
"So cool!" Sasha exclaims, watching Mikasa with sparkly eyes. The girl slowly puts a piece of sushi in her mouth, chewing it with care, and her eyes go wide. "She's right! It does taste like more like this!"
Armin smiles slightly at the miniscule, exasperated head shake Mikasa makes; the girl seems like she never shows any emotions, but its really just a matter of looking for certain things. Even Eren sucks at reading her, and he's known her longer than Armin has.
The thought of Eren draws Armin's gaze to his friend, who's hunched over, scribbling something down in a notebook and periodically shoving some food in his mouth. Nothing good can come of whatever he's doing, but Armin settles for sighing and pulling out a comic book to flip through until class starts up again. Eren doesn't seem to be in the mood for talking.
~That evening~
"What do you want?" Eren grumbles at Mikasa, who stands in the doorway with a bag in her hand.
"I want to make a deal with you," she says in a soft voice. She narrows her eyes at the controller in Eren's had, so he grudgingly pauses his game, and motions for her to continue.
"I got you that new game you wanted." Mikasa pulls a still-wrapped copy of the new hit game Shingeki no Kyojin, holding it between her fingers, and Eren gets a sinking feeling in his chest; things just got serious. "And I will continue to get you new games you want so that you can use your allowance to buy all the manga you want. But," of course there's a but, "in exchange, you have to keep up with your studies, join some type of club or team, and make friends at school."
"Are you bribing me?" Eren stares at his foster sister completely shocked. He didn't think she cared that much about his grades and school life.
"If that's what you want to call it," she replies vaguely. "So is it a deal?"
Eren glances back and forth between the new game- hailed the game of the century by most hardcore gamers- and his foster sister. Is this worth making a deal with the devil?Eren ponders. One last look at the game gives him his answer.
"Deal."
