Ymir spent most of the afternoon in their room unpacking, and Mikasa could count on one hand the times she spoke to her. Quiet shy girls were her favourite, they were the easiest to befriend, after all, they just wanted you to approach them first. Or so her prejudiced self liked to think, it was always easier neatly separating people according to cliches; unfortunately, their 3D personality would come into play later.

"Where is your hometown?" Mikasa asked.

Ymir had finally stacked her clothes in the tiny cupboard and placed them right next to her bed. Their beds were not built to support a grown woman, especially one with Mikasa's height. Ballet flats were God's blessing, she always said to her Hitch. Ah, Hitch, she was already starting to miss her beautiful girls.

"Down State, near the coastline," Ymir murmured. She seemed to be overly interested in setting the tiny table with her books.

"Sounds like a lovely place! I always wanted to live near the coastline. Shiganshina Beaches are so my shit." She tried to lighten the mood.

See, this conversation would have fallen to quite a racist angle, she did get why Ymir didn't want to name the exact location. For both their sake and comfortability, it was much easier talking about the Instagramable beaches.

"Yeah, I guess so." That was all Ymir said before completely engrossing herself with room decoration. Part of Mikasa wanted to speak further but it was clear Ymir needed more space than words. Unlike her, words were her oxygen.

"So like, have you toured the campus? Wanna go with me, hang out and find some cool pub?" she offered.

She already knew Ymir was going to say no, but as a good roommate, it was her job to include her. See, having a functioning relationship with your roommate was one thing she wasn't going to pass on.

Ymir smiled and finally looked at her. "Thank you, but no, I have to finish setting up." She waved her hand over boxes filled with - books? It wasn't clothes, as she already had precisely placed them.

"Maybe next time." Mikasa threw her an air kiss and waved before leaving.

That girl was a mystery and Mikasa wanted to unfold it. Ymir was a sexy name, she did wonder how many lovers this girl had back home. But, frankly, the girl didn't seem the type who would entertain any; ah yes, types. She was the bookish type, more interested in the world of some chosen one with magical powers than making friends. Was Mikasa generalizing too much? Well, Ymir didn't give her anything to work with so one's gotta' fill in those gaps. Mikasa was willing to bet $2 on the validity of her assumption. Yes, that was how much faith she had in her first impressions.

She walked along the narrow corridor and exited the building, simply walking on the pavement unsure of where it led. See, this campus was huge, with a 99% probability of getting lost, but for her, everything was an opportunity and she wasn't going to let a day go by without making her mark.

Little did she know this one mark was going to permanently alter her Campus experience.

Two blocks away from their housing facility was a small gathering area. There were shops along the pavements, little lights hung up on trees sparkling over the people and the goods they sold. The general mood seemed to be festive, drinks going around and the clutter of friends hanging out as the sun started to set. The place came to life in vibrant colours and the smell of shawarma encapsulating everything. There were little tables set up, and a crowd started to partially gather around one particular table.

Oh yes, oh yes. Among the sea of unfamiliar people, she spotted the Adonis, just sitting there as he basked in the glory.

she got closer, feeling internally attracted to such an attractive man. See, she knew better; never tangle yourself with someone popular instantly, slowly climb the ladder one step at a time. But, what can she say, a hot man just made her want to not consider her own rules.

"And, FRANKY CAN'T KEEP UP." The crowd hollered at the announcement.

From what she could tell, this was some type of drinking competition going on. Adonis kept chugging glass after glass, while his competitor - Franky, she presumed - simply couldn't keep up. The crowd gathered and simply ate that shit up. There was a gorgeous blonde woman with her arms snaked around Adonis's neck, proudly flexing her catch. Not like she blamed her; those beautiful blue eyes sharply scanning the crowd enjoying the moment. His meticulously crafted body, sculpted to perfection and complemented by the shirt he wore. God, he didn't leave much to the imagination, but she'd be damned if she didn't want to see more in the scantily dressed sense.

"Buddy, you up for one more?" The other hot guy asked. He was clearly Adonis' hype-man, and he was doing a good job at it. He had short reddish hair and an oversized shirt draped over his lanky body.

With an easy smile ceasing his perfect face, Adonis simply said. "Bring it on."

The masses loved it. Clearly, they were fascinated by watching another poor soul lose just to make this man look good. Could anyone look better than this? she sure would have loved to find out and please her eyes with that sight.

"Anyone? Anyone brave enough to challenge my boy Eren?" The hype-man raised a public challenge.

Whenever there was a situation with public challenges, common sense would be keeping your head down and cheering along with the crowd. Especially, when the power dynamic was skewed against you in every possible way. The worst thing you could do would be publicly humiliating yourself and bringing yourself into the limelight; in presence of the popular ones who would eat you up. But see, she lived for that shit. She thrived in situations where all odds were stacked against her. Gotta hustle till you make it, as she once told Hanna.

"Me!" She raised her arm like a school kid and her voice turned 180 volumes up in cheery. She had to look like an innocent freshman, not knowing better, clueless and clumsy, just looking to make friends. Giving any challenge to their power hierarchy would be a nightmare; plus, Adonis looked like the total alpha and she definitely caught his interest with her 'naive' challenge acceptance.

The crowd turned to face her. Faces of astonishment and those who checked her out. Boys, she hoped when they looked at her they'd only saw this innocent sexy woman draped in stylish clothes, ready to start a pleasant first year.

"Someone's brave. I'm Floch, come take a seat, little lady." The hype-man - Floch - offered her a hand and pulled her in the middle of the circle of people.

She mimicked a timid smile following his lead; internally cringing over the 'little lady' term. She found it hilarious he even used that for her given she was at least a foot taller than him in her trusty heels. Then she sat right in front of Adonis himself, he looked down at her as if she was the newest prey, those eyes assessing her in every way. She wondered if other girls would be intimidated by those eyes? Mikasa wasn't.

She looked away under his gaze to show her fake 'intimidation'; oh, how pleased he was. If only she could blush on command, she'd have sealed the deal right there. Sadly, it was cut short when the blonde gorgeous woman slammed a glass on her side of the table.

Back off was clear as day. Mikasa sure loved seeing a territorial woman, yet she saw designation in her eyes. She and every other woman here knew a man like Adonis was not the most monogamous. she felt her pain, she truly did. But she did enjoy undressing 'Eren' with her eyes, loving the view up close and personal. If only he leaned a little, his breath would be tickling her forehead.

"Hi," He spoke, a devilish smirk erupting on his face.

"Hello, again?" she tried to level her voice, trying to sound as if she was not used to such attention. she was though, and she thrived in it as much as he did.

He looked at her closely, trying to remember, and his eyes lit up a little when he finally did. "You're the girl from earlier, room 43." He proudly stated.

So she was able to catch his eye. She doubted someone like him would have recalled her face if it wasn't ingrained with sexual notions; men hardly remembered your name, but your three sizes were memorized in their brains.

"Yes!" she squealed or tried to, yet it came out convincing enough as she was treated with a glance only reserved for her in that moment.

"Isn't she the best? " Floch laughed. He placed a hand on her back, dangerously close to her bra's clamp. This man surely knew where women's undergarments unhooked, maybe an expert in that field.

"You bet." Adonis - she meant Eren - gave her the approval, which most women standing there desired. What a pointless thing to desire, yet it held enough value in a social context.

Floch massaged her back slightly, tracing a little circle over her bra's end. He leaned close to her ear and whispered. "We start when you are ready."

She could feel his breath exciting her skin. If only this was Adonis and not his second - hand - man. But the second - hand - man seemed close to the main - man and the general rule of thumb was: you gotta befriend the friends before you get your hands on the man. All of this ultimately meant she had to sit still feeling the uninvited touches and look as if she liked it.

"I'm ready!" She declared excitedly. She was excited for sure, but for different reasons. If she played her cards at this amazing opportunity, she could so easily skip twenty steps on the hierarchy ladder. Adonis and his company would shoot her to the stars, quickly and effectively.

But was she ready to pay the price? She was too distracted by her hustle to care about the consequences.

"I bet $20 she'll drop on the first glass." The tiny gorgeous woman snickered. Taking up the position where most of her was on Adonis. Her pale skin glistened under the colourful LED lights, casting a glow on her silky blonde hair. This woman reminded her so much of Hitch that she could have hugged her.

"I don't know, I'm not much of a drinker," Mikasa lied with a face showing her nervous pretence.

He was unquestionably not a challenge when it came to alcohol and drowning glasses.

They started small. Floch pouring them some Burnett, she glanced at her wine glass and couldn't help but internally laugh. This man really wanted to start from the toddlers level, and she was going to humour them. She took a sip and jolted a little, repeating the performance she put on when she was thirteen and tried alcohol for the first time.

The boys seemed to like her reaction, they looked at each other in a shared moment of satisfaction; ah, so they liked the sight of a virginal girl, untouched by alcohol trying it for the first time. She played up her act, even coughed a little, dabbed a little under her eyes to make them think her face was burning up. Yet in reality, she was craving some more free wine.

"You okay?" Adonis asked her. His Adam's apple bumping up and down, and the lack of actual care in that question was evident. But, see, Adonis here also seemed to be playing a character like her. He wanted her to feel like he cared: that his words were laced with the utmost concern for her well-being. she tried to blush under his scrutinizing gaze, hopefully, some red showed.

"I am now." She mustered the innocence and batted her lashes.

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Authors note: You know Sasha is usually the one designed to be Mikasa's roommate and I kinda wanted to change things up, like, have freckle Ymir be her company and have her also play an act like Mikasa. xD I just thought it would be an interesting dynamic. The blonde woman is ofc Historia, but there's a lot more to this since you're reading from Mikasa's pov and she likes to make assumptions + give everyone some kind of compliment which is why she called Floch 'hot'.

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