"Day 2: Commence." I mumbled as I quickly escaped my house to get to school. As usual, I was greeted with the same hustling - bustling teens near my locker. "Good morning, brat." I heard behind me as I resumed opening my locker.

"Levi, I'm not a brat. I thought we already established that." I grumbled as I fiddled around with my books and closed my locker.

"Rude. All I said was good morning." He said with a smirk on his face. I sighed and walked to my next class, filled with confusion. 'Why is Levi still talking to me? It just doesn't make sense. Why would he want to interact with me? I'm literally the definition of social suicide.' I thought inwardly as I blanked - out during class.

Soon lunch came around and I went to my usual area, outside near the cherry blossoms, and got comfortable. Comfortable meaning listening to my SoundCloud playlist while reading entertaining stories on Wattpad. "Hey Eren!" Armin cheered as he slouched onto the tree along with me

"Hey Armin. Whatcha got for lunch?" I asked peering into his lunchbox.

"A salami sandwich with cheese, a cheese stick, Doritos, Oreos and you better not touch them, and an apple juice." He replied.

"Sounds good, but not better than my lunch." Mikasa said as walked toward us.

"Hey, Mika. What do you have for lunch?" I asked her.

"Someone made me a bento."

"What's a bento?" I asked

"A bento is Japanese styled lunch. If they are given, then that means someone likes Mikasa." Armin practically sang.

"Oh! Fancy! Can I have some?" I asked, practically drooling over the cloth - covered lunchbox.

"No way! Someone gave it to me! I must eat it, to show I respect the person who gave it to me." She declared as she split apart the wooden chopsticks from the bento and began feasting.

"I'll give you some of my lunch, Eren." Armin said, giving me his unopened bag of Doritos.

"Thank you, at least someone is willing to share and be a good friend." I grumbled as I glared at Mikasa.

"So how are you and Levi?" Mikasa mused.

"Fine. Why?"

"You said you would report details." She whined.

"Details, shmetails. I don't really care." I mocked.