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"Look! There she is! The Ice Queen!"
"Shhh, you idiot! Do you want her to kill us with her glare?!"
You sighed. That one expiration drew a heavy tension in the cafeteria hall as fellow recruits paused, food trays trembling in hand. To all the others, it looked like you sighed in annoyance, and when you turned towards the person who claimed you could "kill with a glare," he fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEEE!!!"
You sighed again as he took this as a sign to get the fuck away before you murdered him. But the truth was, you were sighing in dejection.
It was absolutely hopeless. No one would ever understand you.
You were the shyest, girliest member of the Survey Corps, but to everyone else, you were the strongest, most ruthless, emotionless Cadet. Even Corporal Levi was only able to