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Mikasa pulled her head back as Mike drew closer, she grit her teeth. Personal space was never really a virtue here, was it? He took a few sniffs and stood straight again. He smiled.

Petra, Auruo, Erd and Gunther stood not so far behind Mike, waiting for his verdict impatiently.

He turned his head to them, a brow raised, the smile still there. "You guys really are idiots..."

"Aww... come on..." Petra's body went limp, her head fell low.

"And you owe me one, Petra" Auruo grinned, his own body stood tall and proud.

Gunther rolled his eyes and went to sit down opposite Mikasa "sorry, Corporal. I did object to this..."

Levi raised a brow, his squad sure was... something. What that something was... It could give the average soldier goosebumps.

"Thank you, Mike. Much appreciated, and sorry to inconvenience you like this" Erd scratched at the back of his head, tugging at his tied up hair. He offered trucing smile.

"It was no problem, I wanted to meet young Miss Ackerman anyway. But, I should really be off now" Mike nodded to them and left.

"I was so sure..." Petra hid behind Auruo and Erd, from the shame of facing Mikasa. But the two walked over to the table, abandoning her near the door.

There was a stagnant pause, the room stood silent as though no one was there.

"Something important?" Levi quoted from the letter he held up to show them. His voice sounded more cocky than angry. "Petra, I assume this was all your idea?"

"We all misjudged the situation and got carried away" Erd spoke up to protect a nervous looking Petra Ral.

"I'm sorry, Corporal." Petra looked down, shuffling her feet against the wooden floorboards.

He looked at her for a few more moments than usual, it almost a noticable amount of time. "You should sit down, Petra, now this meeting can finally take place."

She nodded, and walked over to the table with her squad.

"Mikasa, I'm sorry. I walked in on you this morning and got the wrong idea."

Mikasa lifted her head, starting to understand. "What... Just happened?"

"It's my fault, Mikasa. We were discussing you this morning, and I told everyone about you and... your friend."

"Armin..." She corrected her, slightly flushed, but hiding her embarrassment well with a confused look across her face. "And it's fine, but I'd like for it to be forgotten."

"What to be forgotten?" Petra smiled.

Mikasa gave her own smile, it was a small smile, but regardless, it was there.

They looked surprised, never seeing her smile before, except Petra of course.

"Now that that's sorted... Let's be off" Erd lifted himself from the table, the others followed.

"Bye, Mikasa" Petra waved goodbye.

Mikasa sat there, more confused.

"Don't you have training, Ackerman?" Levi woke her out of her daze.

"Didn't we have a meeting, sir?" She looked at him, frowning.

"Think of it as a morning get-together. We do this every morning, keeps the squads' moral up. Although, you interrupted todays social gathering with your little incident."

"I asked that it be forgotten." She stood from her warm seat.

"I'm not so forgetful, sorry, Ackerman."

She left the room before she went over to smack him for his troubles.

"Damn teenagers..." He groaned.

...

"Sasha, here" Connie offered her his loaf, which she accepted without a second thought.

"Thankuu" she spoke through a mouthful of bread. She swallowed "want some of the meat I found in the kitchen?"

"You really should stop doing that, Sasha..." He slapped his hand against his forehead.

She offered the meat to him again silently, eyes focused.

"Alright.. alright" he grinned, tucking in.

On another table, Jean watched Connie and Sasha with his face in his palm as usual. Armin sat next to him, reading a book intently.

"Evening, Armin, Jean." Mikasa approached, sitting down at the opposite end of the table from them.

Jean looked over to her, then a smile curved it's way up. "Evening. Where were you?"

"I had to stay late at the training circuit, I missed an hour or two this morning with a meeting." She kept his gaze.

Armin looked up from his book, tilting his head to the side. Before his mind could take him back to the morning previous, he buried his head back into the book.

"Sucks..." Jean nodded slowly.

"I don't mind, really" she glanced down in a humble manner.

"Where's your dinner?" He looked down at the empty space where her plate should be.

"There wasn't anything left. It doesn't matter."

His eyes widened, he glanced down at his remaining meal, a measly few crumbs. He looked up with sympathetic eyes.

"Here, Mikasa. I'm not hungry anyway" Armin pushed over his plate, half of a small loaf of bread and some chicken left. He barely looked up from his book, mainly so she wouldn't be able to refuse his offering.

"Thank you, Armin" she said, then took a small bite from the bread.

Jean glanced over to Armin, who continued on to study the line of the book. "Here, Mikasa. You thirsty?" He offered.

She frowned, clutching a quarter left of the bread. "Umm" she tried to protest.

"I insist." He grinned "It's not poisoned or anything." He took a sip to show her, then wiped where his mouth touched it with his sleeve.

"Why are you both being so nice?" She waited, then took a sip from his tankard.

"Why not?" He leaned a little closer, possibly just a few inches, but she noticed it.

She looked away and around the room. Something was going on in the hall... She couldn't put her finger on it, and to be honest, she didn't really want to.

She looked back at Jean, who quickly looked away from her puzzled but kindly gaze. Her eyes then turned to Armin, she took another bite, watching him steadily.

He glanced up a moment, then looked back down, turning a page.

Something was definitely up, or down, or sideways.

Something just wasn't right.