Armin and Mikasa read through the story together, laughing, smiling. They were having the most fun of their life together, and they'd only just met.
All of the sudden, this happiness was shredded into pieces. Three boys - who appeared to be of the same age, or a little older - appeared in front of them. When Armin's eye caught hold of their presence, he was stoned right on spot.
They were all taller than Armin if compared - one with spiked blonde hair, who we could easily tell that he was the tallest among his friends, one with grey hair, who's height is in the middle category, and the shortest of the three with black.
"Oh, have our little Ar-Ar finally found a little girlfriend?" the taller one, who could be assumed leader, smirked. The two others just laughed at his comment.
"Get your butt off and come over here." he demanded. Armin remained stuck on his seat, his eyes widen in the state of shock. Mikasa looked at him, full of questions.
"Oi, sissy. I was talking to you." the taller one hissed again. Mikasa looked at them. All three of them had an angered, disgusted look, making her feel uneasy.
The shortest one went ahead and grabbed the book he was holding. Quickly, Armin snapped out of it and tried to retrieve it. "G-give it back!" he stuttered.
"Try getting it." he smirked, throwing it to his friend on the opposite side, who threw it to the other one. Armin tried catching it - but to no avail. Mikasa tried to help, but it didn't make any difference.
A while later, the book had fallen in the fountain. "Whoops." one of the bullies laughed historically. Armin panicked, trying to fish it back out. Mikasa, on the other hand, had gone furious under her scarf. She fixed it back tighter, before sending an icy glare at the bullies.
"Watch out." she warned, her tone steady and cold, sending the three of them backwards a few. "What are you going to do about it, little girl?" the leader stammered. Mikasa sighed, charging at him, tossing him onto the ground.
"This." she calmly replied.
The other two had quickly ran away from the scene, the leader struggling to tag along.
When she turned back at Armin, his eyes were wet, holding an entirely soaked book. Mikasa went nearer to him and patted him on his back.
"Thank you, Mikasa." he was grateful that she was here at that time, or not the situation would have been worse - he could have been beaten up.
Mikasa simply nodded, her cheeks pinkish.
"You were really cool, too! Did Eren teach you that?" he was fascinated with her skills. "He helped." she looked away, putting her hands on the front pocket of her coat.
"Is your book okay?" she asked, concerned. He nodded, sighing in relief.
"It's a bit damp, but if I careful put it under the sun for a while, it'll be okay again!" he cheered. Mikasa, hearing his response, smiled alongside.
Still, where's Eren?
