Mikasa looked at Armin in complete and utter disbelief. His hair was past shoulder length, tied in a man bun. She hadn't really taken the time to get a good look at him lately, so this kind of threw her off. Mikasa then began approaching Armin, blades drawn. Armin conceded while he checked behind himself for a threat; only to be left empty handed.

Mikasa raised her swords and Armin squealed running away. Eren heard from across the field and came running, only to see Mikasa chasing Armin, swords raised. "MIKASA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Eren screamed. Mikasa froze and looked over at Eren while Armin escaped. "Have you seen his hair? It's passed his shoulders. He seriously needs a trim."

Eren then looked at Armin, who froze momentarily. An evil grin spread across his face while he too began to chase poor Armin.

After a long nine minutes of dodging, running and hiding, the trio ended up inside.

"JEAN HELP!" Armin screamed while hiding with Jean and Marco. They both looked at the entrance of the room, expecting a two meter to come running in, only to find Mikasa and Eren. "Armin, you need a hair cut. Come on dude." Eren signalled something to Jean, who then picked Armin up. The marathon continued until they found a decent spot to cut Armin's hair. He laid on the floor, tears in his eyes. The colour in his once vibrant blue eyes became a bit milky. "Why..?" Armin weakly asked.

"Because, your hair shouldn't have been that long Armin, you could've gotten caught by a titan." Eren snickered.

After a very long pause with not a sound to be heard, Marco whispered. 

"Guys I think you broke him."

La fin. 

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