You’d awoken that morning to find the floor around your bed covered in puddles, and your clothes and covers drenched in water. You slept next to the window, which Ymir had opened in the middle of the hot humid summer night, only for the rain to belt in later.
The other girls in your dorm were unsympathetic, unable to understand why you had not woken when the rain started. Truthfully it was because you were knackered- sleep just hadn’t been coming easily to you recently.
Hence you spent the rest of the day shivering with a cold, making it difficult to manoeuvre well in training. Your constant sneezing made you twitch, the movement enough to trigger the wires in your 3DMG, sending you wildly and ungracefully off course, in one case taking out three other cadets. Being a laughingstock was never enjoyable, eve