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***
everyone was sprawled out everywhere. on the floors, the couch, maybe even connie was sleeping in you and armin's bed.
you woke up on the couch, one leg hanging off it and a cup in your hand. the sun was shining in your face, the morning breeze was blowing into the room.
looking around, jean was on the floor next to you sleeping on the blankets and pillows with eren. his hand was on eren's face, eren's leg draped over jean. sasha was fast asleep on the other side of the couch. andd, armin and mikasa by the front door, putting their shoes on.
you sat up, looking over at them. mikasa was dressed in running clothes, her hair in a short ponytail. armin was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, due to the cold weather.
"armin," you groaned, sitting up and throwing
the cup that was in your hand to the side. "where are you going?"
"the track! me and mikasa are feeling great, and you look like you need some sleep. so i didn't wake you up."
you got up, picking up stray cups all over the floor. "i'll go! i feel fine. the others can look for cereal or something when they wake up."
"i'll wait then." armin said, also picking up trash.
you quickly cleaned yourself up and changed into comfortable clothing, putting on a pair of beaten up sneakers. "i'm ready now!"
**
the track was long, 4 laps around it equaled a mile. it circled around, in the middle was a patch of grass with a large tree standing in the middle. it reminded you of the tree you met armin under.
"stretching first," mikasa reminded armin, sitting on the ground and stretching.
armin stretched his arms, you did the same. he then pulled up the timer on his phone, placing it in your hands. "time me for one lap."
armin started running, and you started the timer.
"he's really fast," you said to mikasa, who was still stretching.
"that's him just jogging. you tell him to sprint when he comes back around." she responded.
you watched armin run around the track, he slowed down at the halfway point, then picked up his pace again near the end.
soon, armin came back around. he finished the lap with sitting down on the ground and heavy breathing.
"my time?"
"7 minutes." you sat down next to him, handing over a water bottle.
"my legs are killing me. i knew i shouldn't have stopped a long time ago." he groaned, holding his leg.
"me and eren tried to tell you that," mikasa said, tightening her ponytail. she looked over to you, "armin won 13 awards in track. first to complete mile run...fastest sprint run..."
"and person to run the longest." armin finished mikasa's sentence.
"you really did all that?" you looked over to him.
"yup! i stopped though, because i broke something in my leg and i just never started again."
"you should start again, i'll come with you as many times as you want to time you." you said, wiping away sweat from armin's forehead.
"y/n," mikasa was standing at the starting point, "time me!" mikasa said, before she started sprinting.
"did she just start by fucking sprinting?!" armin watched her, already close to the halfway point.
"oh my god she's fast. faster than you."
armin nudged you at that.
mikasa came back around in a time of 5 minutes, immediately grabbing a water bottle and chugging half of it down.
armin immediately went over to her, "mikasa! you just sprinted through a whole lap..."
"everyone is surprised when i do that...it's pretty normal to me. but, thanks, if you're congratulating me."
"you're not even sweating..." you said, in awe.
"probably because it's 25 degrees outside."
armin got up again, wincing at the pain in his legs. "mikasa, we're running together. after this, you're going to be like my coach."
"sprint?"
"no! a lap, jogging only."
"time us!" was what armin said before he started running.
**
when you guys came back, everyone was awake and in the kitchen. surprisingly, your living room was actually clean.
"you guys are back! everyone is starving." sasha said.
"you guys didn't eat yet?! it's about to be 12.." armin said, setting down his stuff and walking into the kitchen.
"no! nobody here knows how to make decent meals besides sasha, and she doesn't want to make anything." eren side-eyed her.
"i'll make something," armin offered, grabbing things to make breakfast from the cabinets.
"finally, someone good offering to make something. you know connie offered?" jean said, trying to hold back a laugh.
you laughed, "no way,"
"i'm actually good at making eggs." connie said, slapping jean on the arm.
"sure, keep telling yourself that."
***
7 minutes for a lap night sound crazy guys but some can actually finish a mile run in like 15 minutes
