I stand in shock along with everyone who witnesses the embrace of Eren and Mikasa. I am internally stabbed at the sight of it, and lean my hand against a wall to support my shaking legs.

"Eren-n ge-et off!" Mikasa shoves him backwards, slamming his body into the wall.

"Eren what the heck!" Armin raises his voice, sounding like a chirping bird neatly dressed with his top hat on his blonde bob cut.

"You told me to tell her!" Eren argues.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Jean rushes over, holding up Eren by the collar.

"IF YOU CREASE MY SHIRT I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Eren screeches.

"Shut up!" Levi stands at the end of the hallway. He speedily walks up to us, a homicidal look in his eyes. "If either of you crease your shirts, you'll be cleaning for the rest of the year! Now all of you, get down to the ballroom before Blouse and Springer eat everything!"

We follow Levi down to the ballroom, and he opens the two wide wooden doors to a big ass room glowing with different coloured lights. There are tables around the sides, with enough seats on a table to fit our group. There is a buffet at the back, where Sasha and Conny are standing giggling and eating. Fairy lights hang from the ceiling along with a disco ball in the centre, which is left empty to dance.

The night is wonderful and so is the food. Music is playing and everyone dances together, Eren smiling at me every know and again. Our heads are sweating and our legs are aching, but we all mange to grin as we jump up and down. I even spot Erwin and Levi jumping and grinning like idiots, which is a rather rare sight.

Just as I start to forget about Eren and Mikasa, the lights above me begin to dim and slow music starts playing.

"Okay, Scouts, this is the moment some of you have been waiting for," Erwin speaks loud and clear.

"The slow dance begins, now," He tells us in a roaring voice tone.

People start to stick together like magnets, Sasha and Conny, Christa and Reiner, even...Levi and Hanji?

"Don't think I like you, shitty glasses," I hear Levi mutter.

"Oh, Levi dear..." She laughs giddily, probably drunk.

I scan the room for Armin, who said he would dance with me sometime tonight. He sits up on the stage playing music, and I walk through the groups of happy couples to see him.

"Armin!" I say over the music.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" He replies.

"Did you want to dance?" I build up my courage.

"I can't, I stop playing music in about half an hour so ask me then, okay?" Armin calls, frustrated.

I then spot members of our group near our table, and walk over to join Ymir, Bertholdt, and Jean.

"Hey guys," I say, sitting down on my seat.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Ymir states, not taking her eyes of Christa. "The moment he touches her incorrectly, I'll..." She leans over to Bertholdt, speaking about his partner in crime. "HEY REINER- That's too low!" She rushes over to the pair after Reiner lowered his hands from Christa's waist .

Bertholdt sifts a giggle, and looks over at Jean and I.

"You're not going to dance, Bertholdt?" Jean asks, looking up at the tall male.

"No, I only want to dance with one girl...Annie," He smiles blankly into the air.

"Hey, (Y/N), " Jean says, smiling at me. Is he going to ask me to dance? My mind bubbles up at the thought. "I'm going to freshen up for my dance with Mikasa, so I'll be right back," He says walking up to the bathroom. Of course, how could I forget the dance with Mikasa he was supposed to have? Hang on-if Jean is here, who is Mikasa dancing with now?

I browse the room, the soft romantic music filling my body and see it, Mikasa and Eren hand in hand dancing. Her head is gently wrapped on his shoulder, their bodies so close they could be mistaken for one person if you didn't notice the red scarf on one half. As my legs grow weak to the sight, Eren leans in to her and they kiss, which breaks my body entirely.

"H...H...Hey, Be...e...ertholdt," I shake. "I ju...ust ne...ed to...vo...omit, so I'll...I'll...I'll...be ri...i...ight back,"

I see his eyes fix on the couple I saw, and he begins to curse under his breath.

"(Y/N), no, come back!" He shouts, as I rush out of the ballroom.