In this chapter, taking place the day after supply day, the boys investigate the mystical matter that is THE BRA with a midnight cross-dressing adventure! Eren once again shocks everyone with his body positivity, the boys of the 104th are curious, Levi is amused, and Erwin, well- Erwin in disappointed. Please review! :)
Eren ambled into the boy's barracks after Armin. Though he didn't sleep there, Eren had agreed to come help Armin organize his new gear he'd received during supply day.
The rest of the male trainees fell into their bunks, wincing and gingerly peeling off their boots. Unyielding leather had given them many a blister, and there would be several more until their new boots were broken in.
Eren and Armin didn't complain- the women's sizes were made of lighter leather that was easily broken in within a day or two.
Armin quietly spread his equipment across his bunk, Eren ducking in beneath him to help him sort it out.
The quietness that was the 104th's barracks was shattered as the door flew open, banging into the wall behind it. Connie stumbled in, giggling like a maniac, something clutched to his chest hidden beneath the fabric of his cloak.
"What the hell, you cue ball?" Jean demanded, looking annoyed.
Connie tittered happily, shutting the door behind him. His eyes were dancing, and he bit his lip for a moment.
"You guys won't believe what I've got."
Reiner rolled his eyes, rubbing his sore feet. "What? A pretty rock or something?"
Connie simply shook his head, withdrawing his hand from beneath his cloak and danging a brazier in front of him, for the whole barracks to see.
There was only stunned silence for a moment. Bertholdt flushed and averted his eyes, sweating nervously, while Jean simply stared, and Reiner's eyes became impossibly wide.
Armin was the first to regain the ability to speak. "W-where did you get that? Only the female soldiers are supposed to have those." he stuttered, blushing.
Connie grinned. "I snuck into the women's supply room last night and grabbed it. Isn't it great?"
"No! You could get us all in trouble!" Bertholdt snapped nervously.
"What do you even plan on doing with it, anyways?" Jean asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Connie shrugged. "I dunno. I was gonna wear it."
"Are you out of your mind!?" Reiner jumped to his feet, nearly at a loss for words. "You don't... have... these!" he clutched at either of his breasts, unable to even summon the right word in his agitated state.
Connie didn't look bothered. "Yeah, but Sasha is always complaining about wearing them. I wanna know what all the fuss is about, and if they're that bad."
"It's no big deal, you know. It's just a bra." Eren hadn't looked up from where he sat on Armin's bunk, arranging gear.
Everyone in the room stared.
"No big deal!?" Jean demanded, looking affronted.
Eren shrugged. "It's a piece of clothing. I used to help my mom and Mikasa wash them when we did laundry..."
"You... saw... Mikasa's... bras!?" Jean was practically frothing at the mouth, now, as everyone stared at Eren jealously. Eren, for his part, was oblivious to the connotation of the room.
"Well- yeah. I mean, she's my sister, I'd help out on laundry day..."
"So you're a bra expert, then!" Connie bounded forward excitedly. "Do you know why women hate them so much!?"
Eren shrugged. "I dunno. I never asked Mikasa. I guess the only way to tell would be to... wear it..." he trailed off, looking up to find everyone in the room staring at him.
"You have to do it, Eren!" Connie was practically shoving the garment into Eren's hands. "You have to try it on and reveal the secrets to us!"
Eren looked surprised. "Wait- seriously?"
"You said it was 'no big deal', didn't you?" Jean sneered.
Eren sighed. "Well, yeah, but like Reiner said, I don't exactly have the hardware for this thing. Besides- dinner is in a half an hour. The officers will get suspicious if we don't show up."
"Ugh!" Connie rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Fiiinnneee. We'll all meet up in the stables and hour after lights out. Eren, you HAVE TO come. you're the one who's gonna be wearing this thing. Besides that, you're probably the only one who knows how to put it on right. No. Chickening. Out. You understand?"
"Okay okay. geez, you guys act like it's the end of the world or something." Eren stood, checking the time. It was nearly dinner time, and he had kitchen duty today.
"Remember, Eren! An hour after lights out! Or you're dead to us!" Connie reiterated. Eren rolled his eyes before nodding, ducking out fo the barracks and heading off to do kitchen duty. Jean smirked slightly. "So Armin- if Eren's seen them, have you ever-"
Jean was silenced by a tin mug flying across the room and hitting him in the head. "No, I haven't, you creep!".
At approximately 11pm, Eren quietly threw the blankets off of himself. He was already clad in his usual attire, boots and all, and he quietly swung his legs over the side of the bed and sliced through the darkness, making his way towards the door. Captain Levi always left the cell door unlocked. After having Eren around for the first few weeks, once it had become clear that he wasn't a threat, Levi had stopped locking it.
He said it was because if there were a fire or an emergency, they couldn't risk having Eren trapped. Eren expected it was actually a gesture of friendship, but regardless of motive, he was grateful for it, as he silently swung the door open and disappeared into the night.
A soft light was already filtering out form the windows of the stables when Eren strode in, draped in his cloak.
A variety of greetings went up at his arrival, and Jean smirked.
"So you actually came."
Eren rolled his eyes, tugging off his cloak and shirt. "Can we just get this over with already? Captain Levi will be upset if he finds out I left the dungeons."
Connie bounded forward, practically vibrating with excitement. Eren wordlessly took the garment, pressing the cups of it to his chest and fumbling behind him. It took him a good minute or two of fumbling to finally get it clasped behind him, and the results were... disappointing. With nothing in them, the cups sagged lifelessly.
"Maybe we should stuff it with something?" Connie suggested. "We could use hay."
"We are NOT putting hay in my bra." Eren said, scowling. "Handkerchiefs. Everybody give me your handkerchiefs."
Armin went around, gathering up the cloths from the grumbling soldiers. Eren wordlessly took them and began stuffing them into the cups of the bra, and by the time he was done, it looked much more pleasing.
"There. That's how you wear a bra, okay?" Eren said, looking down at his new additions disinterestedly.
"Wait! We have to figure out why girls hate them so much!" Connie insisted, rushing forward. "So, Eren- does it hurt or something?"
"How does it feel?" Reiner piped up.
Eren shrugged. "Jiggly, I guess. A little tight..." he crossed the stabled and bent down to look at his reflection in a water trough. He looked pretty damn good, but he winced.
"Hey- holy hell, are there wires in this?" he lifted an arm, surprised. "Ow- that's why girls hate them, they have pointy WIRES in them. And it's a little tight, to be honest..." Eren stood, readjusting himself.
"So, is it... comfortable?" Armin asked hesitantly.
Eren winced, shaking his head. "This... shitty under wire keeps stabbing me. And it chafes a little- it must hold sweat, too. Gosh, I'd hate to have to wear one of these under a 3DMG harness..."
Everyone in the room winced slightly at the suggestion.
Eren looked up, eyes surveying the faces of those gathered in the stables. "So, uh, is that all you wanted to know, then?"
Commander Erwin was NOT happy. He had been doing paper work late into the night, as always. He'd done his last minute run-through check, only to find an entire male barracks empty, as well as the door to Eren Jager's cell open, and Eren no where to be found.
"Where do you think they'd be?" he demanded, cocking an eyebrow at Levi. He;'d found the man in his office, like always.
Levi shrugged. "Hoe the hell should I know? There shitty brats- they could be up to anything."
"Yes, but you know Eren better than I do. What do you think he could be doing? And do you think the boys of the 104th are with him?
Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jager is unpredictable, Erwin. I have no fucking idea what he could be doing."
Erwin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain calm. The press would have a field day if they knew he'd lost the titan shifter.
He opened his eyes a moment alter, nodding to Levi seriously. "With me. Now. We'll get our horses ready and ride the grounds looking for them."
Levi nodded, falling into a brisk walk beside the Commander.
Still, in some far off corner of his mind, he wondered what Eren was doing. Whatever it was, he hoped it wasn't stupid. The last thing he needed was his brat getting himself hurt.
Commander Erwin and Captain Levi strode briskly into the stables, only to come face to face with a sight they could never unsee.
There, in the golden light of a handful of lanterns, stood Eren Jager, wearing a bra. Around him were his Comrades from the 104th, looking curious and asking questions. As soon as they'd heard the door open, all looking nervously at the two officers.
Eren simply gave them a nervous smile,. raising a hand to wave feebly at them. "H-hi, Commander..."
Erwin took one deep breath, then two. He steeled himself for whatever answer was about to come before he spoke. "What's going on here?"
"Connie wanted to know how to put on a bra, Sir." Armin spoke up.
Connie sputtered, looking horrified. "Don't pin this on me!"
Erwin had so, so many questions. And he wanted the answers to none of them. Instead, he sighed, looking defeated. "All of you- get back to your barracks." The group slowly started to disperse, Eren heading for the door.
"Jager- for the love of god, take that thing off." Erwin ordered as an afterthought.
Eren shrugged, unclasping the bra and tucking it into his pocket before he was tugging his shirt back on, heading for the door.
"Goodnight, Commander!" he called over his shoulder, before he was gone, heading towards his room.
As soon as they were alone in the stables, Levi chuckled.
Erwin sat on the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This isn't funny, Levi." he said, voice muffled.
Levi smirked. "All I can say is I told you so, Erwin. Sometimes, it's better NOT to know what the brats are doing."
Erwin groaned. "How am I going to write up an incident report for this?"
Levi smirked. "I'm sure you'll think of something, Commander." was all he said, before he, too, was heading back towards the castle.
Somedays, Erwin wondered why he even got out of bed.
I hope it wasn't too OOC! Please review your favorite parts or tell me if this chapter amde you burst out laughing on public transit or something! Hugs! :)