They both stirred awake at the sound of the door slamming shut. Eren snapped awake but Armin chose to snuggle further down into his blankets.
"Oh, how precious!" Hange squealed, clasping her hands together. Eren quickly turned in the bed, falling off it in the process of trying to move away from the pregnant Omega.
"No Eren! Why did you leave?!" She pouted, walking up to him and offering a hand. He took it gratefully and muttered a 'thank you' as he got to his feet.
"How long were we asleep?" Eren muttered to no one in particular as he moved to his own bed.
"Well, it's like dinner time now so work it out for yourself." Hange replied, "Anyway, I need you to take these tablets and for Armin to follow me." She moved over to Eren, dumping a two blue coloured tablets into the palms of his hands before shaking Armin gently, coaxing him out of the bed. He groaned, grasping her lab coat as he pulled himself out of the bed.
"You need to go to the cafeteria or you'll starve." Hange said, arm wrapping around Armin's waist to support his weight. She walked out without another word, leaving Eren confused on where the fuck the cafeteria was. He swallowed the pills and made Armin's bed before looking at the closed door, nervousness swirling in his stomach. He wasn't known for being so good with strangers, and he doubted any of the Omegas had the same…personality as him. Cautiously, he walked out of his room, peering at the end of the hallway, where several Omegas were standing. One of them caught sight of Eren and they fell into silence, watching him with hawk like eyes. He cleared his throat and took a step out of the room, gently shutting the door.
"Excuse me, do you know where the cafeteria is?" He asked, stepping towards them. The three that were pregnant, wrapped their arms around the swollen stomach protectively while the other two stepped back, fear pheromones almost smothering the hallway.
"Can you just tell me, please?" He snapped. Why were they scared? He was a stupid Omega like the rest of them. One of the pregnant ones pointed a slender finger towards the other end of the hallway, lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Thanks." He muttered, turning on his heel and walking slash stomping towards the direction of the cafeteria. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he padded into the large room, noting the large amount of people that were sitting in it. His eyes flickered around the room, locating the food on the left side. Eren stalked over and tried to ignore the stares people were giving him. He picked out a large amount of spaghetti that he drenched with alfredo sauce.
Plate in hand, he weaved his ways through the chairs, aiming to take a seat near the doors so he could eat and get out quicker.
"Hey you!" Eren came to a stop, glancing over to see an Omega grinning at him with a wicked smile. The Omega had two-toned hair, with dyed blonde on top and dark brown on the bottom, he sported a nose piercing and no swollen belly.
"Yeah?" Eren questioned, analysing the other person that sat at the table. Another male Omega with dark hair and tons of freckles that scattered his face.
"What happened to your face?!" He laughed earning an elbow in the ribs from the freckled guy.
"Jean, don't be rude." He hissed before offering a small smile to Eren.
"Would you like to sit with us, perhaps?" The freckled guy asked, his smile way too sweet. Eren nodded, sort of wanting to punch the guy named Jean. He moved over, taking a seat across from the two.
"Sorry about Jean, he's kind of an idiot." Marco apologised.
"I gathered that," Eren replied, taking a mouthful of pasta. Jean growled at him, slumping into his seat as he muttered something under his breath.
"Your name?"
"Eren."
"I'm Marco," Eren smiled in response, eyes flitting down to see a small belly peeking out from under Marco's sweater. He sighed, stuffing his mouth with another forkful and chewing it down slowly.
"So I heard you got Armin as your roommate." Jean said, hiding his sly smile with his spoon, "Has he smothered you yet?" Eren furrowed his brows, looking over to Marco for some form of explanation. Marco just offered him a small pitiful smile and leant in closer to Jean, resting his head on his shoulder. They're fucking cuddling. God Omegas are fucking weird.
"No, he's just slept the whole time." Eren supplied, twirling his fork in the spaghetti.
"Well, his fucking Alpha is-"
"Jean!" Marco exclaimed, eyes darting around the cafeteria as if Armin would appear any moment. He must have noticed the confusion in Eren's eyes because he lowered his voice and whispered, "We don't talk about his Alpha for many reasons."
"Well, that's stupid." Eren pouted, "Why not?"
"We just don't. Damn, kid." Jean snapped, his arm snaking around Marco's waist.
"I'm probably older than you! Don't call me kid." Eren growled.
"Oh please," Jean waved him off with a demeaning smirk, "You just presented. What are you like 12?"
"I'm 22, you horse face!" Jean's eyes widened at the statement, as well as Marco's. He got it, he presented late, why was everyone acting like it was such a big deal. He pushed himself out of the chair and stormed off, heading back towards his room. He kept his angry mutterings to a minimum as he flung a lamp into the wall. Stupid Jean. Stupid Omegas. Stupid Government. He was supposed to be happy to be bred like fucking cattle, trapped inside these goddamn white as fuck walls and be content. He let out a grunt of exertion as he flipped over the heavy ass nightstand and kicked it to wrestle down his anger. Stupid everything! Stupid parents! Stupid…ugh! He leant on his knees as he bent over, puffing hard, partially due to the effort and partially due to trying to calm himself down. What was he actually going to do when he got pregnant? Throw a tantrum like a child, like what he had just done? He moved himself to sit down on his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and positioned his head to lean against the headboard and sighed.