"(Y/N)! What'd think you're doing!" Levi barks, glaring at me positioned awkwardly on top of Sasha.

"Corporal, Conny was about to say that (Y/N) likes-" Bertholdt began before being choked by Reiner.

"Shut up, Bertholdt!" Reiner snapped.

"Who does (Y/N) like? I think I was away when all of that happened. " Eren said casually, looking over to me with great green eyes.

"Armin," I say as quickly as I can to make sure no one says otherwise. I pant and continue, "I like Armin, and didn't want him to know because he hasn't asked me," I breath furiously, my face flustered.

"I thought she liked-" Conny began before being slapped by Levi.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Armin," I pretend to choke on air.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," He says gently playing along with my lie. "I'm sure at the end of the night we'll have all danced with each other," Armin smiles.

I smile in reply and snatch the card back from Conny.

"Let's see what's in the package then," Bertholdt whines, Levi leaving at the end of our commotion.

"No," I say, holding it to my chest. "I'll open it later," I agree to myself.

"It's a dress," Sasha tells everyone. "Her mommy made it!" She tugs my cheek.

"My mom used to be really good at embroidery," Mikasa sighs sadly.

"I miss my mom..." Armin softly chokes. I grit my teeth at the guilt and try and ignore it.

"Do you have a dad, (Y/N)?" Jean asks.

"Everyone has a dad!" I snap. "Just because they may be dead or not everyone has one!"

"So...did yours pass away?" Bertholdt murmurs awkwardly.

I blink back the tears that sting my eyes. "No,"

"Don't feel guilty, (Y/N)," Sasha pats my shoulder. I sigh shakily. Even though I have a family, it doesn't feel like it them living so far away.

After breakfast I go upstairs in my room for the 30 minutes free time I have before...titan testing. Out of all the groups to help Hanji today it happened to be us, which is great if we get any injuries. I look through my notebook and see the sketch of the boy and girl I drew the day Eren held me...as a titan. Honestly that's about as close as I'll get to feel his warmth underneath me, and tears well up in my eyes as that is what I honestly believe. I get the picture I drew of Eren and myself and scrunch it up, throwing it on my desk. The picture underneath is of Eren's titan, something I drew a long time ago. I repeat the process of tearing it off my notebook and forming it into a ball. I see that nearly all the sketches I drew were of Eren and begin ripping them out of the now thin book and form a mountain of paper on my desk.

I wipe away the tears that drizzle down my chin with my green cape, and walk outside for titan testing with Hanji. As I reach the spot Armin, Mikasa and Eren are already there, under the bright sun that lights up the day. Eren passes me a filthy look, and I return with a sad look.

"Were you crying again?" Mikasa says, noticing my tomato red face.