*Eren's POV*

"sweater?"

"Check."

"Breath mint?"

"Check."

"Money for food?"

"check."

"Sunblock?"

"Okay, now you're just being stupid, Mikasa."

"What? He might be planning on going to the beach. I don't want you to have sunburn."

"If that's the case, then why didn't you pack me a pair of swimming trunks?"

"Oh, no. I packed you a full swimsuit with goggles, flip flops and some safety gear. Oh, and just in case you can't swim, I also brought you an extra inflatable boat."

"Uhh...Mikasa!"

I kept complaining furiously to Mikasa's safety for me. Sure, she's a month and twenty days older than me but that doesn't really prove anything.

I had to stay in Mikasa's apartment to keep it a little less awkward. I had to sleep inside her closet last night,

"Why're you being so overprotective again? You're not like this anymore."

She hissed disappointingly, "I'm sorry, it's just...of I spend more than at least four hours in the same room with you, I get my adopted sis side again."

"It's only been 45 minutes."

She sighed and dropped everything she was holding, I smiled and held her shoulder.

"Everything's gonna be just fine, Mikasa. Remember that. I'll be okay. You have the rest of our lives to baby me on our way to South Italy. Okay?"

She laughed softly, "Okay-"

DING DONG!

I slowly let go of her shoulder. She threw me a beige sweater and smiled,

"Have a good day."

I returned the smile as she left the room. I opened the door and greeted Jean,

"Hey, Jean. Are...you ready to leave?"

Jean nodded slightly, "Yeah. So where do you wanna go?"

"Uhh...you're still banned in that bistro, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe...StarBucks?"

"Sure. Let's go."

~~~At Starbucks...~~~

It was about five minutes of silence so far. I ordered regular coffee, the same thing Jena did. We got some seats outside in the open air. And it was quiet.

I had to break the silence to make this last date worth it.

"Look. I'm so sorry I've been so disrespectful to you. I should've been nicer. I made a big mistake of fighting ba-"

He held my hand tightly, "don't...blame yourself. It was my fault. I got furious."

I sighed desperately, "why the hell are we going soft? We're jerks, right?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, we're a problem. We're assholes. We're aggressive mood-swing-like men."

I cackled almost like Hange, "Oh god, Jean. I didn't know a horseface like you could be so descriptive..."

He covered his face in laughter, "Ah...it's good to be back, titan hater."

"It sure is, horse. But we should really go easy on our last day." I reminded, sipping slowly from my coffee.

He smirked devilishly, "And by that you mean drink as many bottles of whisky as you can until you get super drunk and begin acting like a medical hospital patient the bar?"

I smirked back, "Uh huh...lets do this..."

*Marco's POV*

Me and Armin spent the rest of the day helping Armin in the 3DMG training court

He said that's how he wanted to spend his last day with me.I didn't feel so comfortable seeing to it that he'd rather train for his strength than spend our last day together.

But I don't mind, if that's what he wants to do, then I shouldn't interfere. It's none of my business anyways.

Armin took a break after his hour of endless workouts. He took a seat right next to me, talking to me in an enthusiastic manner.

"Phew! Rough hour, huh? Well it's worth getting stronger, right?"

I giggled softly, agreeing with his opinion. "Yeah. Well, you wanna go get a snack? Are you hungry or something?"

He smiled brightly and nodded, "I'm not hungry. But anything will do. It's our last day to see each other."

~~~at the bistro Krista works in~~~

"So, what do you wanna order, Marco? Onion rings? Mozzarella sticks? Or dip of spinach and artichoke?" Armin asked as he held the menu, covering his face.

I smiled and pointed at the drinks, just asking for a glass of water. He raised an eyebrow confusingly,

"You sure that's all? You're a boss in a training gear company, I didn't know you'd be...not exhausted."

I laughed, "I know. Bosses don't do that much. Only when they need to"

Armin smiled at me, and held my hand, "Promise me you'll take care of Jean in Germany."

I grinned, "I promise."