Armin/

I waited in the men’s bathroom for history class to be over, when Eren came in.

I hid myself the best I could under the sink counter from him.

But he spotted me. “Armin you can’t sit here all the damn time.”

“Eren, don't tell anyone! Please, I'm begging you!” I said.

“Ugh,” he groaned.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

He went into one of the stalls.

My phone rang, and I knew that history class was over!

I went out and saw Mikasa in the hall so I walked over to her.

“Armin, he’s gonna find out,” she said.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked confused. “I don’t understand. Who find out what?”

She didn’t respond.

“Mikasa! Answer me!” I yelled.

“You’ll find out.”

I just stood there shocked.

***

“Blah blah blah. . .”

I did history class today.

“Can any of you tell me who was the first ruler of the USA?”

All the students including Eren and Mikasa looked at me.

I hid my face in my arms.

“Mr. Armin Arlert come here.”

I got out of my seat and went up to the teacher and let out a sigh. “George Washington.”

“Good. At least one of my students is smart,” the teacher said.

“Waaaaaaahhhhhhh.”

“Oh my goddddd,” I said. “Stop whining, Reiner.”

“Shut yo’ bitch ass up,” Reiner told me.

***

After history it was combat.

Who our teacher for combat was Levi.

So, I headed for my changing room.

I got on my ODM gear and stepped out the door.

I headed for Levi’s combat.

“Is everyone ready?” Levi asked.

“Yes, Sir!!” we all yelled, saluting.

“Good,” he replied. “Stop saluting then. There’s a Titan, what do you do?”

“Cut the nape of its neck,” Mikasa said.

“Good. Then let's fight.”

“Huh? Why so soon we’re just kids!” someone yelled.

“Loser. You’re humanity’s last hope.”

“Well, I must stay here, Sir,” the person said.

“Hm. Is that right? Well, then I’ll just have to drag your sorry ass.”

He shut up after that.

We took off into the sunset. (Not actually.)

***

After killing some titans we returned to school, Captain Levi cleaned off some titan blood.

I lifted my head higher than it was. “Captain Levi, Sir, may I speak?”

“You already did, didn’t you?” he asked me.

“Y-yes I did, Sir,” I said.

“Then, you can shut your mouth,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, saluting.

He glared at me with that dead look on his face.

“Oh. My. God. Does. Anyone. Know. How. Much. I. Had. To. Study. For. This. Shit?” an ugly-ass redhead said.

All of us except Captain Levi shook our heads. “No.”

“Shut up Floch,” Captain Levi said.

Jean looked over at Marco and winked. “Don’t worry, you’re safe.”

\Armin/

Marco frowned. “But, nobody did anything to me?”

“Yes, they all did,” I said for Jean.

“What?” Marco asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He shook his head, in confusion. “I still don’t understand.”

Jean kissed his cheek and Levi glared at him. “Stop it!”

Jean attempted to stick his tongue out when I gave him that look of, ‘Don’t do it’.

The bell rang at the same time as my phone and we went to the cabin. Jean was the one and only one there before everyone else and he got into a fight, I had to stop them. Mikasa and Sasha started hanging out. Eren and Jean were put in a really big t-shirt that said ‘I'm with stupid’ with arrows pointing at Eren and Jean. Ymir, Marco and Historia are reading Charlotte’s Web together. Bamboo (Bertholdt) and Reiner are hanging out playing. . .video games?! Conny sat in the corner alone and ate a corndog.

I sat down next to Conny and ate a corndog with him. “Do you like corndogs?” (Conny asked that.)

“Yeah, I like them.”

“I’m in love with them!” Conny cried.

“Nobody loves you!” Commandant said, staring into his soul.

I jumped when I heard his voice.

“Don’t jump like that again,” Commandant said.

I nodded, then saluted.

Conny started crying so I took him and tucked him into bed.

He fell asleep almost as soon as he got into bed.

Sasha stole food from Commandant, and was put in the torture chamber.

“NO! You can’t keep all the meat and potatoes to yourself!” Sasha screamed.

Commandant shut her mouth and went to someone.

They were a tall, cloaked figure. Maybe my adopted father, Erwin. But I don’t know.

“So, um, Armin, are you ever gonna take me out of this shirt so I don’t have to be stuck with Horse Face?” Eren asked, struggling to get away from Jean.

“When you two can get along.”

“Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Thing. Now!” Jean said. I shook my head.

He started to cry.

Eren made-fun-of him. “Heh, can’t even take being in a shirt with me, without crying.

I looked at Eren. “Eren, you can’t stand it either.”

Eren held back screams and cries.

Jean stopped crying and started laughing. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! Jaeger can’t take that!”

I smiled and took the shirt off them. “If you two get into another fight, I will put you back in the shirt,” my smile widened. “Got it?”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” they both said, saluting, which I still can’t figure out why.

“:”

The next day of school was worse than the past ones. Our history teacher found out that I would hide in the men’s bathroom when history came, because I already knew all the stuff he teaches us. “Mr. Arlert, do you think that is a good thing to do?”

“No, Mr. Burner.”

“Moblit? Is that what you were talking about? The feeling, I mean,” Mrs. Zoe asked.

“Yes, Hange. That’s what I meant.”

Then Eren and Jean got into another fight and went back into the shirt.

\Armin/

“Arminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, get me outtttttttttttttt offffffffffff thisssssssssssss," Eren complained.

“No, you two fought again.”

“I didn’t!” Eren shouted over Jean, who was yelling a bunch of cuss words at Eren.

“Yes you did.”

“NO! I! DIDN’T!”

“Shut yo’ bitch ass up,” Mikasa said, walking up.

“Hey, Mikasa,” I said.

“Hi, Armin.”

Sasha came over and handed me some meat. “Have it! You don’t eat enough meat!”

“Wait, but, I eat meat whenever we have any,” I said, frowning.

Marco walked up holding his side, and Jean got out of the shirt, clutching Marco in his arms.

“Marco what happened?!” Jean asked, noticing the blood coming out of his side.

Marco went to answer but passed out, probably due to blood loss.

“Marco! Hold on, buddy, I’m gonna get you some help!” Jean said, struggling to get him on his back and I helped him.

We rushed Marco to the hospital, Mikeson Jackson. (My mother named it. Hehehe, anyway, back to the story.)

“:”

When we arrived at Mikeson Jackson hospital, Jean’s shirt was soaked in Marco’s blood.

“Armin. . .can. . .you. . .get. . .the. . .doctor?” Jean panted, sliding Marco higher on his back.

“Yeah.”

I ran into Mikeson Jackson.

“Someone, please help me and my friend! He’s been injured!” I yelled.

Grisha came out of one of the emergency room and looked at me. “Calm down, calm down. What happened, Armin?”

“Marco. . .he’s hurt. . .” I said, breathlessly.

“Hmm, I see, take me to him.”

I took him to Marco and Jean. “Here they are.”

Jean slid Marco off his back into my arms, and I handed Marco to Grisha.

“:”

An hour later, Grisha came out and told us that Marco had been stabbed in the side and it could be fatal, and that he would be kept in Mikeson Jackson.

I nodded. “Kay.”

Jean let out tears that had been in his eyes just waiting to come out. “Why? Why Marco? It could have been me. Why was it not me? Why?!”

I put a hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it away.

“Stay away from me!” his voice broke.

I gave him a dry look. “Yeah, if you need me, just let me know.”

Armin/

Okay, so, I don’t know why Jean is ignoring me but it’s actually bothering me. “Jean! Are you listening?! You can’t just keep doing this! I know what it feels like! You’re not the only one! I lost my parents!”

Tears fell down my face, and I froze at what I had just done.

Jean looked up at me, shocked. “Wait, r-really?”

I nodded. “Yeah, sniffle, they died when I was really young. From something. Sniffle.”

“I-I’m sorry, really, I didn’t know,” he said.

I sat next to him on the bench.

Mikasa walked up to us and sat with us.

“What are you guys up to?” Mikasa asked.

I shrugged. “I was just talking to Jean, about some. . .stuff.”

Jean stood up and left.

I waved at him as he left. Mikasa just watched.

“Please! Save me!”

Eren.

He was in danger.

I stood way too fast and got a head rush.

“I’m coming!” I shouted, stumbling down the hall, then I started running.

I ran.

Ran.

And didn’t stop until I made it to Eren.

By the time I got there, I was so out of breath that it took me twelve minutes to recover.

Not literally, but still.

I look up and Eren looks down at me.

“Are you okay. . .Armin?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” I panted.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

He gave me a weird look.

“Okay. If you say so.”

I stood up straight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why would I not be?”

“You were calling for help.”

Eren cracked up laughing. My cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“Armin. . .Hahahahaha! You thought I was crying for help?!” He laughed harder. “That’s the funniest thing that I’ve ever heard!”

I blushed. But I didn’t know why, but I did.

Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie walked by, and Bertholdt picked me up.

Which made me blush even more.

“Armin, you are not normal,” Eren said.

It took me twenty minutes to process what he said.

I’m so stupid!!