You turned on your back again and looked up to the ceiling. You along with the rest of the top 10 of the 104th cadets, excluding Annie, had decided to join the Scouting Regiment and tomorrow morning you were to leave for the first outing. It brought a sick feeling to your gut. You were so nervous. But not for yourself.
You were nervous for all of your friends. Eren, with his determination, would run out head first and attack the first titan he could find. Armin would freeze up and slip off his horse. Mikasa would be too concerned for Eren she wouldn't really care about her own safety if it meant Eren's. Jean would cuss himself out for not joining the Military Police. An
The dining hall of the training corps was alive with the sound of chattering while the cadets heartily ate their dinner after a long day's training. You felt the ache in your muscles but you welcomed it, it felt good. And it made the food, which was not the best, taste better when you were hungry for it. As usual, you were sat with Jean and Marco, your two best friends here. Reiner and Bertholdt had taken a seat at your table as well and the five of you maintained easy conversation as you broke off pieces of slightly stale bread and dipped it into your soup.
Jean began re-telling the story of how he completely beat you in hand-to-hand combat this morning and you protested when he over exaggerated how much he won by.
"I'm telling you, there was a pebble behind me, and I stepped back all wrong and lost my balance and fell." You interrupted.
"Sure, (y/n)." Jean mocked, stif
You glanced back at the clock again, let out a small sigh - and immediately wished you could take it back, because as soon as you did, Instructor Shadis turned around from his place at the chalkboard at the head of the classroom.
"Cadet (L/n)? Did you say