Hello everyone!

Gosh, okay I NEVER expected that this fanfic would get so much attention so quickly. Not to mention that I found the first chapters pretty weak and you guys still seem to enjoy them! :o

Your reviews made me smile, so I wanted to respond to them:

MediaMaster 263: Thank you! And yes this is a Your Name inspired AU! :D But don't you worry, I intend to bring in my own twists and turns so that Your Name watchers and readers don't get bored ad non Your Name watchers and readers get too spoiled. ^^

Komorebi – chama: Haha! Glad you enjoyed it! Yes Eren was pretty relaxed because he thought it was a dream XD And hey, let's be honest, Historia was shocked because she saw something she wasn't supposed to see in Eren's pants, and realized she had to pee with it. No wonder she was panicked. XD

Okay with this, let's carry on! I made this chapter longer to expose more stuff since you guys seem to like it! And things are finally unraveling for our clueless teens. ;)

Hope you enjoy it!

September 11

It was so hot and blurry around him.

W-Where am I?

Eren couldn't tell. He could only see red and orange colors swirling around him. It was so fast, that he grew sick.

What's happening? Where's Armin? Mikasa?

He started to pant loudly, feeling an unbearable warmth overwhelm the environment around him. As he started to walk around to find an escape, he heard a scream, a woman's scream. Startled, Eren started running to the scream's direction, finding in that orange blur a wooden door.

"EREN!"

A female voice cried behind it, banging her fists against it.

Eren hurried up to the single door and looked around, even behind the door to find a room, but no, it was just this door. The brunet started to panic, and tried to pull on the knob to open it.

"EREN PLEASE!"

The girl kept screaming, her voice cracking in urgency. This just distressed the teen even more. He tried to kick the door open, pull on it, he tried everything!

"H-Hold on!"

"It's so hot!"

Now she was sobbing and screaming louder. The scenery around Eren grew darker, more dangerous, and hotter. The teen panted in panic, palms on the door as he stared around in horror.

A fire?

He looked back to the door, desperate. The voice suddenly quietened down, and Eren could hear soft sobs from the other side of the door.

"Eren," the female breathed out helplessly. "Don't you remember me?"

"Eren. Eren!"

The brunet yelped as Mikasa pulled him right out of his sleep, eyes opening wide as he stared up to his sister. The raven girl looked down on him, expression worried.

"Eren," she said softly, watching her brother curiously. "Why are you crying?"

Huh?

"Again?"

Armin sighed to his friend's tale as they all walked to school in their basic uniform. It was a pretty day to walk. Then again, in this village, rare were the rainy days. It was rather colorful and bright, full of life, if it weren't for the remains of small walls circling discreetly around it. Or as Eren would call it: 'A Fort's leftover'. Their village was rather old, situated in mountains and very far away from civilization. Armin and Mikasa quite liked it here, it was usually peaceful. Eren? He hated it.

"Yeah," Eren sighed in response to his friend's exhausting question.

"I keep telling him, he should go see someone about that,"Mikasa replied in a monotone voice, eyes focused on the path they were taking. Somebody had to with these two babbling.

"It's just a dream," Eren groaned. And it's not the only weird dream I've had recently…

"A dream you keep having and wake up in tears to," Mikasa retorted with a small frown.

"I could ask Opa to give you some of his tea for a peaceful night?" Armin suggested softly as they reached the school gate.

"Armin, I really like your grandpa but I don't think herbs will help me."

"Hey, many indigenous tribes used to drink and eat all sorts of herbs to purify themselves."

"I don't need to purify myself, I need a fucking ladder to climb over the damn walls."

"Eren you literally make no sense."

"Why are you so eager to leave anyway?" Mikasa asked with a raised brow.

Eren blinked to that, hesitating as he fiddled with his necklace, a beautiful key hanging thanks to a dark red thread. He had no idea where this key necklace came from but somehow, it was very dear to him. Mikasa's question did trigger an odd feeling Eren had recently inside him. It was faint, but still heavy at times. It was the sort of feeling you had when you realized you might have forgotten something, or someone…

As the three of them went to their respective classroom, Eren noticed how strangely everyone was looking at him. Guys were looking at him with confusion instead of mocking him, girls were actually looking at him with some interest, instead of ignoring him. Everyone was mumbling and whispering too.

What the fuck?

He sat down next to Armin as always, raising a brow to his friend.

"Hey Armin, why's everyone looking at me so weirdly?"

The blond blinked, before letting out a faint, awkward chuckle.

"Well, you made quite a scene yesterday… You said hello to everyone, said 'greetings' to our teacher. Don't you remember?"

Eren blinked, eyes wide with confusion. Since when was HE, Eren Jaeger, acting polite and all nice to everyone?

"You also couldn't tell when the teacher was calling you," Mikasa said, sitting behind her brother, a seat she assigned herself to, so she could watch over Eren. "And you went to the girl's bathroom at least twice."

"I WHAT?!"

The exclamation quietened the whispers of the fellow classmates, who were now staring at Eren with some shock.

Eren groaned to that, sinking himself on his seat and pulling out the books from his bag. Because of that, he didn't notice Jean, his frenemy, approach him with a grin.

"Hey Eren," he snickered, tilting his head to the brunet. "Mind sewing my outfit back today?"

"The hell you talking about, Horseface?" Eren replied bitterly, glaring daggers to the fellow teen.

"Uhm", Armin chuckled, poking Eren to get his attention. "You might or might have not sewed a freshman's ripped of jacket yesterday."

"I DID WHAT?!"

"Ahhhh there's our Queen!"

Historia jumped to the loud greeting when she entered her classroom. She was quite jumpy this morning, and the looks she was getting on her way here didn't seem to bother her, she was getting those every day.

But today, people were actually talking to her. As in... Socialize with her. Until now, she was just a beautiful piece of art people would look from afar. This felt rather strange.

The blonde walked over to her loud friend, smiling awkwardly as Ymir wrapped an arm around her.

"How're you feeling today?" The brunette asked with a snicker, walking Historia to her seat.

"Uhm.. Well," she said, sitting down and putting her bag down. "I just feel… A weird… I feel like I'm forgetting something… Or someone… You know?"

Ymir blinked, sitting down on her chair as she watched Historia. "No. Not really."

"Hey, Historia!"

A male voice interrupted the two girls, and as they both looked up to see who was speaking to the beautiful blonde, they saw Reiner, followed by Betholdt. Reiner was a very tall, muscular and handsome young man, rather popular in this wealthy school. But he was also Historia's crush, much to Ymir's displeasure. She had been attracted to the tiny blonde for quite a while now.

"A-Ah! Good morning Reiner!" Historia squeaked, showing the brightest of smiles.

The tall blonde pressed his hand on Historia's desk, smirking down on her. "You made quite an impression yesterday. Telling coach Pixis to bugger off, kicking a table in the middle of art class… It's like you were a different person. Or … More like yourself?" Reiner asked with a grin that made Historia's legs tremble a little.

"I-I did all that?" she piped out shyly, eyes shifting to Ymir for confirmation. The brunette nodded silently, which made Historia squeak.

First Frieda telling me this morning I ate like a pork last night, then my chauffeur giving me suspicious looks… What exactly happened yesterday?

"Well anyway," Reiner smirked, giving Historia a playful finger gun. "We should totally hang out more…"

He felt the dark, murderous look Ymir was giving him, so he continued with an awkward chuckle: "With… You two."

Historia perked up to that, beaming brighter than the Sun. "We'd love to!"

"Alright," Reiner smiled. "See ya later girls," he hummed, moving back to his seat.

Historia let out a heavy sigh of total happiness, placing a hand on her chest. She then smiled to Ymir.

"I don't know what happened yesterday, but it sure got Reiner's attention," she chirped, fiddling through her bag to get her notebooks out.

"Yeah," Ymir mumbled, grumpily opening her textbook.

Historia was too busy being in her happy bubble to notice her friend's grumpiness. She just opened her notebook with a hum, smiling to herself. But she stopped when she noticed something quite peculiar written on the latest page. The blonde narrowed her eyes, confusion reigning on her mind as she read:

'Who are you?'

September 16

"Armin did you write this shit in my phone?"

Eren glared at his friend as he held out his phone. They were both at Eren's House, finishing up homework when Eren looked at the notes on his phone, and found a strange note from yesterday saying:

'Today my lady charms were quite useful against that handsome Jean fellow! It felt so refreshing to flirt with people you have no attachment to. That's a thing I would never do in real life.'

Armin almost choked on his juice when he saw that, and once he held the glass away from his mouth, he let out a loud laugh. This made Eren even madder.

"You shithead!"

"Eren that's not me!"

Armin laughed, cleaning his mouth with a napkin, blue eyes shimmering with amusement.

"I don't even know your phone's password."

"Huuuuuh?"

Eren narrowed his eyes to the phone before showing it to Mikasa, who was sitting next to him, finishing her essay quietly.

"Mikasa! Did you write that?"

"No," she said, not even looking up. "I don't invade people's privacies like this, especially not my brother's."

Eren groaned, glaring to the phone as he tried to recollect when in the Heavens he flirted with Jean freaking Kirschtein.

"I'm sure it's Jean who did this," he groaned.

"Don't be stupid, you never let him approach you let alone give him your phone," Armin said with a raised brow before snickering. "But you were quite… Girly yesterday."

"It was cute," Mikasa commented in her monotone voice, still focused on her homework.

Eren looked at them with pure shock and horror. Him? GIRLY? This never happened and never WILL happen.

He looked back to his phone, trying to collect the pieces together and remember what happened yesterday. But he couldn't recall anything, and this turned him even madder.

"Then who wrote this?"

September 19

Frieda's soul almost jumped out of her body as she heard rushed steps escalate the stairs of the Reiss Mansion and a door slamming shut.

Oh. Historia is weird again.

Actually, Historia was herself today. She was just very, very, very confused. As she reached her room, she moved to her night table and pulled quickly on the drawer, taking out her notebook. She flipped the pages to her latest entry… Which was two days ago?

This can't be. I write in this journal every day!

Historia felt really panicked. All day, people commented on how strange she's been acting likely. Very boyish, careless, and loud. This was NOTHING like her.

Not only that, but this morning she woke up with things written on her arm: 'Historia? Who are you? What are you?'

First my dance teacher telling me I was a spinning disaster at the last lesson! Father telling me I snuck out at night to eat leftovers! Frieda telling me I touch my boobs every morning after waking up! What is happeniiiiiiiing?

The Blonde paced around, taking her school stuff out and looking through this week's latest entries. And to her big shock, she found most of her texts and lessons written in such a horrid manner! About lessons she never remembered sitting through!

Could it be…. My dreams with that boy…

Are real?

Eren stared with shock into his phone's latest notes. Notes about how he apparently completely failed basketball practice and shrieked when Connie held out a dead frog to his face in Chemistry class, and having more and more boys calling him 'cute'.

But these weren't the weirdest ones: A lot of notes ended with: 'Who are you, Eren? What are you?'

"C-Could it be that..."

"… That boy in my dreams and I…."

"…That girl in my dreams and I…"

"ARE SWITCHING PLACES?!"

Voilà! Hope you enjoyed it! :)

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