I don't own AOT
All rights go to Hajime Isayama
This story takes inspiration from his fake previews(Highschool AU)
Beep* beep* beep*
The noise was ringing constantly. Eren wanted to break his damn alarm. He was having such good but rather strange dreams.
One moment he was soaring above the skies, his arms spread out as he takes in the cool fresh air. It was freedom. He felt like a bird.
Another moment he was talking to Historia on a farm, just holding her warm delicate hand. He didn't even remember what they were talking about.
Why did he dream about her?
Then another moment he was holding a child with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Damn, he wish he knew what those dreams meant.
His eyes were still closed, unwilling to open as his right hand tried to reach for the alarm. When he found it, he slammed his fist down, effectively silencing that annoying ringing.
With a deep yawn, he began rubbing out his eyes, wiping away the eye dust gathered on it.
Another boring day of school. He wished something interesting would happen.
...
"Wake up Historia." Frieda whispered sweetly in her ears as she rubbed her shoulders. Historia grumbled as she turned and stirred. With a large yawn, she rubbed out her eyes and sat up.
She's been having one of THOSE dreams again.
Why was he constantly in her head? Why were her dreams so strange and random?
She had a weird dream of them on a farm, playing with children. The children loved him and he had a cool superpower. He could turn into a giant naked humanoid with elf ears, and no genitals. He was showing off for the kids because she asked him to.
Then the dream changed and then she was in a palace holding his hands. Another he was tied up in chains, his head having a large cut on it and she was trying to free him.
Damn, she was so weird. Maybe she should get someone to help her understand what those dreams meant, perhaps a doctor.
"Alright, alright. I'm up." She said crankily.
"I made breakfast for you downstairs. Dad's already left for work so let's get going sis." Frieda told her as she walked towards her door. When Frieda left and closed the door behind her, Historia sighed. She lied back down on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Despite being the queen bee and the president of the good conduct club, she was bored. Being popular was boring. Having good grades was boring. Her "friends" weren't interesting. They always just follow her and her orders.
It was just going to be another boring day of school. She wished something interesting would happen.