Chapter 17 - Beloved Invaders

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Nearly suffocating you with his happiness, Marcel tears himself off and accompanies you back.

Despite being thrilled about concreting your relationship, you both refrain from rushing in and telling everyone.

Instead, you think it's best to wait for a more befitting time. For once, Porco wasn't glaring daggers at you for returning with his brother.

Although it's virtually impossible for you to not attract attention right now, you still try to keep your head down after intensely crying. 

At the same time, the others do their best to take your mind off it by carrying on as if nothing had happened.

Going for an early shower, you tell them to go on ahead to dinner without you. By the time you finish, you're so mentally drained you can't be bothered going.

Instead, you slide into bed and fall into an all-but-unconscious sleep.

Awaking the following morning, you find Annie and Armin asleep either side of you. Amused by how close they are, you sit up carefully. 

Tiptoeing through everyone, they snore and drool in tranquillity. Glancing over, you see Marcel hugging Bertolt's foot while Porco's bed is empty.

Grabbing your uniform, you go and get ready for the day.

While you're walking back, you wonder if Eren is already on his way to the Survey Corps headquarters.

With your head in the clouds, you turn the corner without paying attention and bump into someone.

Yuna: Ack—

Raising your head, you're met with a familiar frown.

Porco: Is it your hobby to get in people's way or something?

Yuna: I didn't mean to.

Porco: Whatever, Weed.

Yuna: Why do you call me that?!

Condescendingly, he leers down.

Porco: Do you really not know? It's because you're exactly the same; a pest.

Yuna: Wha—

Right as you go to react, someone hangs an arm around each of you.

Marcel: What are you two doing secretly meeting up behind my back?

Yuna: Marcel—

Porco: I couldn't think of anything worse.

Roughly pulling away, Porco bitterly crosses his arms.

Marcel: Are you trying to make me jealous, Pok?

As Marcel pats your head and grins at Porco, your face burns up.

Porco: Tah, piss off. I'd rather watch you suck on Bertolt's toe.

Clearly revolted, he turns his back and leaves. Chuckling, Marcel shifts his gaze back to you.

Marcel: Did you catch up on your sleep? We missed you at dinner last night. 

Yuna: I must've been more tired than I realised.

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