"What's wrong with you? You've been distracted lately." Armin furrowed his brow in concern.

"I agree, it's not like you." Eren said.

"I'm fine."

Armin looked at her and then sighed and nodded. "If you say so."

"We should get to titan killing training." She muttered and stood up, taking a final glance at Markov.

"There it is again! You're looking at something!" Eren beamed.

Mikasa flicked him in the head and left the room. "What's her deal?"

"She probably doesn't want you to know about whatever she's looking at. To be honest, I wouldn't bother her."

Eren looked over his shoulder to where his sister was looking only to find some empty seats at the back of the room. "There's nothing there anyway."

"Lets go. We shouldn't be late."

"Okay! This is your final test before we grade you. Do your best."

The crowd nodded and shot off into the forest. The fiery eyed trio went together to the East of the forest as only a few went that way. Markov whisked his way through the trees silently, targeting the enemy. It made a satisfying sound as he pierced the rubber perfectly and sped through onto his next victim. "It's been sliced already?" Jean yelled and went in the opposite direction.

Nix reached his top speed, which was in truth very fast, but it didn't do so much as scrape Markov's. He smirked as he saw the rubber nape of a wooden figure and made his way towards it, he pulled his hooks from his previous surface and backflipped towards the next, cutting through and snapping a bit of the wood, he then shot his hooks at a tree and laughed as the instructor gaped at the emence cut in the nape that went into the wood. "Too bad there want blood."

Kita shot herself into the air and searched below for a target. She eventually found one that hadn't been claimed yet and shot down to it. She came down at a lighting speed that was only a blur to an onlooker, she held her blades out and sliced through the nape, then shot back up into the air to get another. "So much endurance..." an instructor muttered and scribbled down a note.

"All the instructors have given me their notes, I am impressed. We haven't had a good run like this in many years. Await further orders."

The crowd split in an orderly fashion. "You three. Come with me." Levi demanded.

Markov, Kita and Nix were not confused by this, in fact, they had expected it. "Salute."

The three saluted and waited for Levi to explain. "I want to know how you're so good."

"Good at what?"

"Everything!"

His envious yells were out of character, but they looked at him as if it was normal. "It's unnatural." He muttered in distaste.

"It's all natural." Kita replied and crossed her arms across her chest.

"It's impressive for a trainee."

"We should go."

Levi angrily sighed and narrowed his eyes. "Go." He snapped.

Nix couldn't help but let out a small smile at Levi's annoyance. "Hm. I guess I was wrong."

Levi rose a questionable eyebrow. "You aren't the calm type. Markov I owe you how much?"

"€12.84."

"How much is that in pounds?"

"£10."

"We bet that much?"

"You don't remember?"

"Yeah, Nix I was there."

"Really? Fine then. I owe you 12 euros."

"€12.84."

"You don't have to be so precise."

Whilst the conversation was going on, Levi grew more and more annoyed. "You bet money on me?"

"Yeah, we wondered what kind of person you are. I went for calm, he went for violent."

"That's ju-"

"Whatever, guys hurry up. It's lunch."

"Finally! I'm so hungry."

Markov put a hand over his stomach and followed his two friends to the dining room, leaving the Lance Corporal in the same position he was a few seconds before. He swiftly kicked the wall and walked off.

"Y-your hair looks really nice today, Mikasa."

She was looking elsewhere, distracted. "It's really...um, black."

"What?" She asked, slightly dazed.

"It's nothing." He hastily replied.

Mikasa wasn't usually that unfocused, even if she was looking at something, she would still be focused on the conversation. Jean turned to where she was looking and found three of the people on his enemy list. No.

Oh god.

Please no.

Mikasa likes him?

Seriously?

"That training was too easy." Kita sighed and rested her cheek on her fist.

"I agree. Who knew Levi was so hot headed?"

"I did."

"Of course you did, Kaiser. You know everything."

"Not everything. One thing I do know is that somebody is going to be very annoyed in a second."

Jean slammed his palms on to the table and glared at the trio. "What did I say yesterday?"

"You said 'Ackerman's mine', in which I respond, she is nobody's."

"It was metaphorical. Anyway, you stole her!"

"It did not steal her."

"Yes you did!"

"She fought me, she likes me. It's based from respect."

"It's not like you had a chance with her anyway." Kita laughed.

"Well he doesn't either."

Nix snickered and began to talk. "Come on Kirstein! He totally has a shot with her. He has a shot with almost all of the girls here!"

Kita nodded in agreement and Markov just stared at him. Jean growled and muttered as he walked off. "Anger management, that's what he needs."

"That's what you need, Kita."

Kita smacked him across the head. "That's exactly my point." Nix laughed and remembered yesterday. "Aw, you're adorable when you're angry."

"Shut up."

Kita turned away to hide her blush. She felt the heat rising on her cheeks. Markov looked up at her, smirked slightly and continued his conversation with Nix. "Markov, can I talk to you a second?" She said innocently.

Markov rolled his orange eyes and got yanked out of his seat. She took him around a corner and crossed her arms. "I saw the way you smirked at me."

"Because it's ironic."

"What is?"

"Well, he blushed too."

"Wait, hold up."

"I can read you two like an open book. It's so obvious."

Markov slid past her and returned to his seat. "What'd you talk about?"

"You'll find out sooner or later."

"Annie...can I, ask you something?"

"Sure."

"W-would you-"

"Annie! Tell me who it is!" Reiner yelled, bursting through the door.

"Who who is?"

"The guy Kita likes. He's gotta be really handsome and strong like me."

"You really haven't figured it out yet? Fine, it's Grim."

"Grim?"

"Nix Grim you idiot. The British one."

"What's so special about him?"

"They've been friends for a long time Reiner."

"Then I'll just have to become better friends than him."

"That's not wha-"

"You're the best Annie."

He raced off to go and start his plan. "What was it you wanted to ask?" She turned to Bertholdt again.

"It doesn't matter, really." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay."

It was surprising how a woman of that level could not have figured out his feelings by now, or maybe she had and was waiting?

Nah probably not.

"Sasha! What're you doing?!"

"Feein' 'ow memmy bwed rolls I con fi' in mah mowf*."

"What?"

Sasha narrowed her eyes and glared at Connie. "Fut up, ihio'."

"That's Russian right?"

"NO!"

Connie burst out laughing, tears forming in his eyes. Sasha chewed and swallowed, then joined him in the laughing. "How many?"

"24."

"Can you unhinged your jaw like a snake or something?!"

"I have a secret tactic."

"Of course you do."

"It helps."

"Oh and you have one for eating potatoes too I presume." Connie said sarcastically.

"How did you know?"

Connie facepalmed. "I took a guess."

"Try and beat 24."

"There's no way I'm getting even close to that number, there's no point in trying."

"Sure there is."

Connie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Eh?"

"They taste nice."

Connie hit his head against the table multiple times, when it started hurting he used his hand instead. "I don't see what's so wrong about saying that."

"You're weird Brause. Super weird."

"Says you baldie."

"Yeah right, potato girl." He smirked.

Connie snatched up one of her bread rolls and ran off with it, leading Sasha away, hot on his tail. "CONNIE!"

"I DIDN'T GET MY SHARE!"

"THAT'S MY SHARE!"

"I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!"

"WHY ARE WE RUNNING?"

"I HAVE NO IDEA!"

Connie stopped and backed up, bumping into Sasha and sending them both to the floor. "Springles!"

"Sash, shut up."

Connie peeked around the corner of a wall and assessed the scene. "Woh' iz it?"

"Seriously, where do you get those rolls?"

"I dunno."

"Just ssh."

Sasha peeked as well, watching confused.

Mikasa was pacing around, oblivious to the pair watching her. "This isn't like her." Sasha whispered.

Connie nodded and pursed his lips. "Ssh, somebody's coming."

"Mikasa, what are you doing here?"

"Armin. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, we were just stressing a bit."

Mikasa looked off into the distance and Armin took a deep breath. "I know something wrong. You're acting different. You're worrying me."

"There's nothing to worry about."

"Then why can't you tell me?!"

Mikasa flinched and exasperated. "Please." Armin pleaded.

"I have a weird feeling."

"About what?"

"Multiple things really."

Mikasa leant on a nearby fence and looked down at her feet. "Like what?"

"People," Armin joined her on the fence. "Who are you always staring at in the mess hall?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're distracted whenever we're eating."

"I am?" She lied, "I haven't noticed."

"Please, I know you Mikasa, you aren't like this."

"And I have to tell you?"

"It would help both of us." He implied with a shrug.

"It have a weird feeling whenever I see.." her breath hitched for a moment. "Him."

"Who? Did he do something to you?"

"No. He did nothing. I just begin to stare at him without control, my stomach starts turning inside out."

"You didn't answer my first question."

She turned to him, the wind rustling her hair slightly. "Who is it?"

She turned and watched a leaf fall to the ground.

"Markov Kaiser."

*Seeing how many bread rolls I can fit in my mouth. what Sasha said