A/N: TW: mentions of weed... Enjoy? ;)
Chapter five: Newcomer to Graduate
Word count: 1, 628
Your POV
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I was getting Dragged by the woman in glasses; she was showing me around, well, pulling me around. We made it to a room that had 2 bunk beds; both bottoms and one top were taken.
Seeing as I only had one choice, I tossed my bags and everything else that I brought onto the free bed.
"Put this on, please!"
"Uh, okay."
What I presume is a uniform is thrown at me. Black pants, black boots that rose to my knees, and a white button-up shirt.
"What the hell?"
"What?"
"How the hell do you have so many scars?"
"Life choices, I guess."
While buttoning my pants, the door swings open.
"Four eyes, what did you do with-"
There stands me, shirt off, peering over my shoulder at the new male that entered the room. It took me a second to process what was happening; my eyes widened, staring at the captain. His eyes glance at my back and slightly widen.
"Can you give us a minute?"
I heard a mumbled "right," and the door was pulled shut.
My stare moves from the door to Hange, and she laughs. "What?"
"Uh, nothing."
I quickly put my shirt on and followed her to the mess hall. The brown-haired female flings open the door, and I see a hundred or more eyes on me.
Avoiding eye contact would make me look weak, so I continued to stare back at the questioning stares.
Hange pushes me to a table and tells me to 'sit and stay.'
"Okay..?"
Tearing my eyes from her walking away to the people at the table.
How fun, a bunch of teenagers.
Directly across from me is a boy younger than me with short brown hair and bright green eyes.
To his right, a beautiful girl sits with short black hair, blackish-grey eyes, and a red scarf around her neck.
Reminds me of Ackerman.
Next to her is a blonde. He had golden hair that went to his shoulders with eyes like the rivers in town. He smiled sweetly, and I returned it slightly. Something about him is warm.
"What do we have here?" I turn to the opposite end of the table and see a boy winking at me with a bowl cut, the tips of his hair a sweet blonde.
"You remind me of something... A horse maybe?" I tell him with a sad face. The three teens in front of me laugh and introduce themselves.
"I'm Eren!"
"Mikasa."
"And I'm Armin!"
They all smile except Mikasa.
"I'm n/n."
They look at me, trying to analyze every detail they can. A hand landed on my shoulder, and because it caught me off guard, I grabbed it and twisted it around.
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