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My eyes slowly open, what greeted my awaking would be an individual with a short black bob and pale skin. "…Get up it's time to go." I grumble at the sight of Mikasa and the sound of her almost emotionless voice. She kept a deadpan expression as she treaded back to her side of the room.

"What time is it?" I ask as your eyes follow her around the room, Mikasa always moved with such grace, she never lingered or wasted time.

I was left with no response as she would let you be shocked on your own. You couldn't say you expected more though, she always did this it was like she hated speaking or at least just to me. I fiddled around blindly on the nightstand next to my bed trying to find my phone, once it was in my grasp I checked the time.

"Mikasa!! Why didn’t you wake me?!" I was more than sure I saw a smirk grow onto her face, contrary to her usually emotionless expression. I was certain that I had set your alarm to wake me up an hour beforehand.

Was this how she got her sick kicks, nothing else seemed to make her genuinely laugh but Eren's lame jokes or messing with people.

This had just confirmed that she at the very least had some dislike for me, I didn’t have time to worry about our friendship status or lack thereof as I rushed to get ready. I quickly put together an outfit and opted "washup" instead of a shower I just didn’t have time for one. My hair was left for the most part untouched with the exception of redoing my edges, as brushing my teeth took priority over completely doing my hair, lazily applying deodorant and lotion I was done and ready to go.

Mikasa seemed to be long gone by the time you took my leave. I walked as quickly as you could to your first and in my opinion most important class of the day. Luckily I wasnt late, I was actually five minutes early. I took my seat at the very front of the class, if it wasn’t for a certain someone I definitely would have sat closer to the back if not in the very back.

"Good morning" A warm and very familiar voice uttered.

A smile was immediately plastered across my face, I shift my body to look at them.

"Morning" I say in return followed by a yawn, my eyes shut for a brief moment just recounting all the events from this morning.

By the time they were opened a cup of what seemed like tea or coffee was placed In front of me. I couldn’t help but smile harder at this adorable gesture. I couldn’t give a full thanks though as the class was starting. "Thanks so much" I mouth to him watching him nod his head in response.

I took a small sip of the liquid to my surprise it wasn't any tea or coffee, it was hot chocolate. It didn’t taste like any old box hot chocolate either; it had to have been homemade. I drank all the liquid emptying the cup in what felt like a few minutes, I would definitely have to ask for the recipe later.

Class went by as normal with the self-proclaimed class clown Jean getting kicked out, Armin answering %90 of the professor's questions and me struggling to understand anything. we were now in the final stretch with only 10 or so minutes left in the class. It was embarrassing how I just sat there puzzled at each and every word the professor was spewing. This had been the case for nearly the whole semester but now it was even more clear especially to Armin.

A note was slid over to you that read 'if you want I can help you out with this stuff, I know it's kind of a difficult concept and all, just let me know when and where.'

Without a second thought or any hesitation I snatch the note and write on the opposite side. 'my dorm tonight at 5;30' I couldn't hold in my excitement as I slid the note back and received a nod from him. It might not have been the best idea to invite him there since it was honestly a mess on your side, I figured I'd have more than enough time to tidy up before 5 anyways.

Class was dismissed, my peers flooded out of the exit, Armin gave me a small smile and a wave then took his leave off to his other classes and so was I.

Before i could even sit down in my seat in my next class, a strong hand would wrap around my shoulder and pulled me in close. This arm belonged to none other than Eren fucking Yeager.

He exclaimed my name loudly followed by "Welcome to English!" I couldn’t help but roll your eyes this was much more than just a 'English' class. I couldn't even understand how he had made it in here after all.

"Get off me, I have to sit down, unlike you I care about my grades." I told him with a low and dry voice, I really wasn't having it with him today. He was probably the true reason Mikasa didn’t like me in the first place so it was best to keep my distance or at least try.

"ooh c'mon y/n don't be like that, we're friends after all right?" The way he dragged out the word friends made my skin crawl, I knew too well what he meant by that. I pull myself out of his grip and finally go to my seat.

“Eren! Come sit class is starting soon.” This was none other than Mikasa calling over her boyfriend? Friend? Brother? It was quite confusing considering he didn't seem to care about her in a romantic way the way she obviously did.

He went over and sat down next to her, I was monetarily distracted by my phone seeing a few texts from Sasha. I reply then turn all of my attention to the professor who was starting the class.

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“Hopefully, the professor started, everyone remembered to read the chapters that were assigned last night, we will discuss them in class today.” I of course had read them not just once but a few times over in fact. We were also to write a short few paragraphs summarizing the chapters.

“Hey!” someone whisper yelled, even though I knew it was directed at me I tried to ignore it. “Oi let me see your notes!” I really couldn't ignore the voice as much as I wanted to since it was coming from right next to me. I finally gave in to the annoying ‘whispering’. My reaction wasn't what it would normally be, just walking into this class got me out of character.

“Oi,..." I said mockingly in response not even trying to whisper "...how about you do your own damn work? Copying off me isn't the same as actually reading it dumbass! Bal-” before I could finish my final insult our professor had slammed her hands down on her desk creating a loud thump, the sound echoed through the room making everything and everyone go silent. “I will not tolerate this kind of distraction in my class, Connie and y/n get out!”

If I wasn't angry before I most definitely was now, not to mention the added embarrassment I felt being called out in front of everyone. Connie didn't give two shits he was laughing along with everyone else before he took his eventual leave. It wasn't a shock at all when I heard Mikasa begin to taunt me childishly. I did what I should have in the previous situation and ignored her. I picked up my things and got the hell up out of there.

“Fucking bitch, that's why Eren doesn't like your clueless ass.” I mumble under my breath as I marched into the dorm building, if the main reason for Mikasa hating me was indeed Eren there was little to nothing I or anyone could really do about it. “All of this and he's not even all that” I remark to myself lowly. ‘All of this’ included not waking me up, spreading rumors about me, and purposefully scrapping some of my homework assignments.

I walked past a few familiar faces in the dorm common room. I couldn't care to interact with any of them, I didn't want to risk another out of character outburst and quite possibly gain another enemy, Mikasa was more than enough. I reached my dorm quick enough, once I was inside my school clothes came off and my bonnet went on. I wasn't sleeping but it was just force of habit to wear it while lounging around in my night clothes. I still had 3 more classes to go, art, psychology, and mass communications I was already comfy not to mention pissed still. My professors for those classes were not nearly as strict as Mrs. Zoe so I could skip with little to no questioning from them.

They would definitely notice if I in particular weren't there, I stick out like a sore thumb on campus.
I hated this fact, I couldn't change it no matter how much I may have wanted to. It got tiering having people just stare at you for no reason. The thing that made me stick out was something I couldn't even alter if I wanted to.

A few hours would pass by and I was working on a portrait for my art class I missed just an hour ago. They were due tomorrow and mine wasn't half way done. Art class got rather stressful, but all things considered it was more fun than anything. The pros far outweigh the cons. I had been told by plenty of people I was a ‘good’ artist this wasn't enough however, I want to be more than good more than great much more.

The front door to the dorm was flung open, I knew exactly who it was but I hoped it was a stranger or something. I'd much rather have a chance of being slain by some robber or murder then being in the same room as her. She walked into the room without saying a single word. She placed down all her books and other materials on her bed then sat on it. “So……” she began, one would think she was finally going to give me my long overdue apology, but by the tone of her voice and the smirk I just knew she had, this was farthest from the truth. “....are you and Connie still friends or did you ruin that?

“Could you just leave me alone for once, I haven't done anything to you but exist.” I snapped back at her just wanting to end this before something started up, I needed to finish my portrait. I had no time to waste. “You walk around like you're hot stuff, like you know everything I just don't like that.” I didn't like her tone. It came off like she was a mother scolding me. I was no child. She had no right to speak to me this way and I would let her know this fact.

“I don't really care what you like Mikasa I'm literally here to learn nothing more nothing less, so kindly fuck off will you?” I told her all this while still working on my drawing, she doesn't deserve my full attention. “Jeez someone is mad huh?”

I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped for the second time today. “Mikasa y'know what? Fuck you, you're just jealous because me and Eren fucked! Ha we fucked okay?” I turned around in my desk chair to face her and really rub it in her face, I got something she'd been chasing for a long time. “Me not you. You remember when I came out of his dorm that day with shaky legs he'd just got rearranging my guts.” This gave me quite a chuckle since it was an over exaggeration, he wasn't rearranging anything, he couldn't have in the short time he lasted. The shake legs was also a lie you could walk perfectly straight after he was done jackhammering into you. Thankfully the boy improved after some well needed practice, to the point he could really make my body twitch and my legs shake. After I was done with my little tale I felt so much better getting this off my chest. This for sure had pissed her off. I could see how quickly her expression changed as soon as I mentioned Eren.

Without a word she got up, grabbed back up her things then quickly left. As soon as the door was closed I bursted into laughter, her reaction was so little but so much. I picked up my phone to read the new notifications that had come in and maybe just text the group chat about the situation that had just transpired. I get a glimpse of the time and remember “oh shit! Armin should be here soon.”

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I immediately threw myself off my bed rushing to the bathroom me and Mikasa shared. I had learned to get ready rather quickly so only having 20 minutes to do so should not be an issue. After having a short shower, I removed my blue satin bonnet then I reached for my hair products on m. I spent five minutes putting my hair into a high puff using a shoelace to get the perfect height. The final touch was swooping my baby hairs, I used my last bit of gel for this style so I'd have to pick up some more later.

I brushed my teeth, rinsing them twice then going back to my side of the dorm. Suddenly a thought came to me, what should I wear? Something cute or something casual?

Most people would opt to dress casually for this occasion, but knowing myself I'm very extra. You would never catch me ‘dressed down’ unless I was sleeping or sick.

With 5 minutes left to picked an outfit, and a cute one, one to catch Armin's attention maybe. The outfit was an oversized distressed pink sweater with a pair of borderline booty short shorts underneath. It was the perfect mix of comfort and cuteness. After doing a short twerk in the mirror I sat down on my bed and waited for my study partner.

A knock came from the door, it was 5:00 on the door it just had to be him on time as usual i thought. You hopped up and walked swiftly over to the door. As soon as you opened it you'd want to close it again upon seeing the dark brown hair of the bane of your existence Eren. He gave you a dumb look like you weren't supposed to be there. I scoff at his expression, he knew good and damn well I lived here considering the few times he'd been inside with me.

“Oh hey, Y/N didn't expect to see you here.” He said with an annoying smirk growing.

With a roll of my eyes I simply turned away to walk away from him. I didn't have the energy to close the door in his face. I soon felt a tight grip around my wrist, dammit not again. The long haired man walked into the room pinning me to the wall swiftly. His hands move under my sweater resting on my thighs. I huffed out of frustration and nervousness as his long slender hands grip roughly.

“Did you not plan to greet me? I thought we were friends after all.” He said once more, dragging out the word friend. This grinded my gears the the way the word fell from his mouth, the look in his eyes as his hands grew closer to my ass.

“I got shit to do, this can wait till later. You can't just come around anytime you want some, Mikasa is already far enough up my ass.” you laughed slightly as you remembered her face once you revealed the activities you and Eren participated in.

Even though Eren was a self proclaimed fuck boy he wasn't going to force himself on anyone or stay where he wasn't wanted. He bent down and gave me a kiss then dipped out leaving me alone with a mess of emotions on my plate. Fuck. That man was hot. The way he talked, walked, and behaved in general made me want to stomp his face on the curb but at the same time made me want to get on my knees and beg for him to treat me like a play thing. I had no time to even think about what had occurred before I heard another knock now this time it HAD to have been Armin.

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I swiftly got myself together before going to open up my room door, just as I expected it was the golden haired boy Armin. The smile he wore on his face could brighten up the entire room. 

“Hello there Y/N sorry I’m a bit late had to stop at the library real quick.” He explained to me genuinely. The poor boy looked like he wanted to beg for my forgiveness. I looked him up and down he was clad in a pair of jean shorts that went down just below his knee, white crocs, and a black hoodie with Japanese characters down the sleeve. I had to admit he looked just adorable, this was very different from how he dressed during school hours.

“Hey Armin, it's okay you didn't need to apologize to me. You're only five minutes late anyways.” I respond, returning his smile. 

I give him a nod then turn my back to him walking into my room as he follows behind. He removed his shoes placing them neatly against the wall. When he got settled I sat on my bed and he sat at my drawing/study desk, this was the most expensive item on my side of the room besides my bed. Armin cracked open the thick workbook, ‘This is going to take forever’ i thought. I would most definitely have to be retaught everything we were supposed to learn for that class if I planned on passing it. Knowing the nerd currently sitting next to me though, I knew he'd stay up all night to help out his friend if that was what it took. 

“So what exactly do you not get y/n? I assume the reason you are confused is due to the fact Mr Ackerman talks so fast, sometimes it's even hard for me to keep up.  I can help you out with anything feel free to ask me not just this subject.” 

I shift slightly making the springs in my bed creak softly, I bring my knees up to my chest crossing my arms around them. Shit this was embarrassing, what would he think? Would he think I’m dumb because I didn't know this stuff? Would he laugh at me , or make jokes? Only one way to find out.

“I kind of don't know any of this stuff really, I know that we have been in the class for a while now. But I have just no idea how to do this stuff , it's confusing.” Saying this felt like a huge weight off my chest. The only way I had been getting by in the class was paying people to complete work for me. That and sucking up to the professor. 

Even still I'm barely getting by and at this rate I would most definitely fail. 

The boy sitting next to me just gave me a look, one of curiosity. He seemed to be confused at what I was telling him. He soon seemed to understand his expression changed to one of glee. Was he happy about this? 

“Y\N that's great! Well not that you've been struggling, just the fact that i can teach you all this from scratch, i always love teaching others new things” His eyes nearly lit up as he spoke fondly, he slammed the book he'd just opened shut. 

“I'll be right back, give me 5 minutes.”

With that he quickly got up leaving the room, he didn't even put on his shoes before going back to his dorm. 

“Damn.”  said to myself, letting out a deep breath of relief, his response was odd but at least he didn't clown me.  

Armin  returned carrying a handful of textbooks, by the way he was holding them they looked heavy, too heavy. He sat back down with an excited grin on his face. 

We spent the next few hours going over all that were in the many textbooks. Armin was a damn good teacher, slowly and clearly explaining concepts so they could be easily digested. Even the most complicated things I never thought I could understand he broke it down with ease. Once our study time had concluded, our positions were swapped. He was sitting on my bed and I was planted at my desk in my study chair. The golden hair boy held his phone, he made a face of disgust, one that made me burst out into immediate laughter. 

I just wanted no needed to see what he was currently looking at.

I stood up then crawled up on my bed heading toward the boy, his only reaction was the furrowing of his eyebrows. This soon turned into much more as straddled him quickly going for his phone. Once it was in my grasp I viewed the screen, to my disappointment it was only just a corny meme.

“Hey, y/n give it back, that's not fair!” 

The boy under me squirmed slightly, he reached for his phone only for me to move it away. His mouth formed into a pout and his eyes grew large and puppydog ish.  This caught me by surprise, how in the hell was he so cute like this? The way he tried to snatch it away from failing miserably. He let out a huff in frustration seeing that his efforts were for the most part useless.

 “Please give it back? I got private stuff on there.” He begged once more.

I sat there looking at the begging boy beneath me, I couldn't help myself. I let out a ‘awwww’ softly. “You're cute, but i think you know that” I spew finally handing him back the device. 

“Thank you, y/n but could you-”

My eyes widened, soon a smirk grew across my face. I could feel the effect i was currently having on him. I could feel his very prominent boner poking up wanting to be set free from the confines of his shorts. 

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The boy under me just looked so vulnerable in the moment, so fragile. His eyes turned upward as he spoke the few but powerful words to me.

"Thank you, Y/N but could you…."

"Get off?" I finished already shifting to one side in order to move off of him.

The boy didn't speak, he just merely nodded at me in agreeance to what I had said. I swung my leg off to the side and climbed over and off the now beet red Armin. I sat on my bed next to him. The loud box spring underneath my cheap mattress creaked loudly corresponding with my movement. I sat on my own bed, in my own room feeling as if I wasn't meant to be there, or at least didn't want to. Awkward was one of the many words that could describe the current moment. The silence between was thick and heavy, you could cut the tension between us with a knife.

I was the one who broke the Ice with a single 'cough'. "I'm sorry Armin I got carried away. I ain't mean to do all that." I said sincerely, offering him a soft smile.

"It's fine y/n I promise. Don't stress yourself out over it, I'm just glad you got off of me as soon as I asked."

His hands were folded neatly in his lap and I knew exactly why. I wasn't going to further embarrass him by looking for longer than a few seconds. I was fighting with myself to not mention the obvious tent in his pants he was trying his best to hide. My eyes darted back and forth as I tried to distract myself from it. The thoughts that filled my mind made me unable to think about anything else. Fuck……

“Hey, I'm going to go….. I have some things to do back at my dorm. I hoped I helped you understand. I'll see you later Y/N!” He spoke in a clear tone, he didn't seem upset not at all. It was quite obvious though this was a bullshit excuse to leave.

Still covering his crotch the blushing boy nearly sprinted to the door. He used one hand to open the door then took his leave.

I was left in disbelief, the way he exited the room so quickly amazed me. I'd never seen him move even half as fast as he had just now. I couldn't say this wasn't expected though, he did just get hard under me. I was almost, no I definitely was flattered by this.

I noticed the fact he'd left the books he brought to help me study. I scooped them up then neatly placed them at the corner of my desk. He'd be back to get them soon….. hopefully.

With thoughts of my most recent encounter still circling around in my head I went for a shower, a cold one. A shiver went down my body as the water made contact with my skin. The bathroom door was left open, what a dumb decision for me to make in hindsight.

In walked none other than Mikasa fucking Ackerman….

"Hurry up! I need to use the shower!"

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“Hurry up I need to use the shower….” Remarked the pale oddly intimidating dorm mate. 

The feeling of relaxation quickly dissipated in its place anxiety, anger, and a hint of regret. Maybe I should have pushed back more when Eren  came onto me. He was the true reason Mikasa treated me the way she did. If she wanted to go low fuck it I can definitely go lower. 

“Give me a minute I just got in. You don’t command me around, remember that.” I said slyly. This was a well needed shower and I wasn’t going to cut it short on behalf of her. 

The girl who was a little bit older than I was taken aback by the comment, her pushy tone and menacing demeanor normally worked to get what she wanted. For a moment she thought of leaving it alone but couldn’t help to press the issue further. She stepped into the bathroom making sure she was silent, undetectable. Without thought of the consequences or morality around her actions, she pulled back the shower curtain quickly snapping a few pictures of me in my most vulnerable undone moment. 

“Bitch…. Get the fuck out of here. Delete them now.” I couldn’t think of much more to say but curses and threats. 

Though we had been enimes for the better part of the semester I wouldn’t ever think of her to do something so henios. Before my brain could catch up with my actions the girl was already gone disappeared off into the night. I quickly get out of the shower grabbing the nearest thing to dry off with, my dirty clothes. Halfway dry with my hair still dripping wet I put on a less than flattering outfit and out the door I went. On the search for what may just be the thing that could ruin me. 

Running out of my dorm room into the warm hallway then into the common space  I felt my stomach turning in knots, my mouth and throat drying out. Speaking felt almost impossible. 

“Have you seen Mikasa? I think she was here a few minutes ago. Did you see where she went?” A tall slender boy stood before me his hair auburn and a tiny grin across his face. Fuck had he seen the images of me with nothing on?  What  was supposed to be private and intimate plastered across campus for anyone to see. 

“No, y/n I haven’t is everything okay? You look like….shit” the boy didn’t hesitate to say what was on his mind. And frankly he wasn’t wrong. My hair was a wet mess on top of my head and my clothing was even worse. I looked nothing like myself. The shame was almost too much. 

“Well fuck you too, if you see her I’m looking for her” I spoke as I started to walk then run, running to find her or anyone who knew where she may have went. Tears streamed down my face as more and more “nos” were thrown at me. “No I haven’t seen her” “no she hasn’t been this way” and more insults on my appearance. Were they lying to protect her? Had they seen the images? What did they think of me as I stood there a blubbering fool searching for my roommate from hell. 

A smooth drawn out “friend” soon pulled me out of the cycle I had found myself stuck in. It was none other than the cause of this himself. Eren standing there looking at me I was  some kind of lost puppy. The pity he had for me radiated off of him. I felt hopeless. 

“What’s wrong friend? You look rough” unlike everyone else he seemed to be genuinely concerned about my change in character and dress. He knew it wasn't like me to be so quiet and non confrontational when met with insults. “I’ve been watching you for a while, looking for Mikasa. I would ask what she did but it doesn’t matter. She’s been in my dorm room the whole time. I can speak to her if you want. I know whatever it is, she'll listen to me over you.” 

I couldn’t even begin to understand why he was being so kind and understanding towards me. Our usual interactions were far and few. They were cold with me trying to keep my distance.  When we did speak it always ended in me brushing him off and him plotting his next attempt at bedding me again. “Well, just tell her to delete the pictures of me.” I said flat out I didn’t care what he thought of me. “She had no right to barge in and take those, if I have to talk to her it’s gonna be a problem.”

“I feel you, I’ll speak to her and make it like it never happened. After that maybe we could hangout?” Of course this act wasn’t for nothing, the boy could never do anything kind without being sure something was in it for himself. Reluctantly I agreed, shaking my head, squeaking out the smallest “okay fine”. 

“Good girl, my dorm 8:00 wear something nice. Maybe those shorts you had on earlier hm? We will put all of this behind us” his tone was daunting, chills were running down my back as I stood up heading back to my dorm room head hung in shame. How could I even agree to something so lifeless and transactional. Fuck me this is my life.