We split up on our way to class. Armin went to go see his friends and I was alone, as per usual. I walked into the classroom which was almost as chaotic as the mess-hall but with fewer people. I walked around, desperately looking for a seat. My usual spot was taken by that stupid boy Connie. Frankly, Connie just plain out annoyed me. He did not do anything significant except for act out and get in trouble for it. His existence seemed useless to me. I figured he was one of those people whose face just made me angry to look at. I wanted my usual seat but I really did not want to talk to Connie today, nor ever. So, I decided that I would venture off so that I could find a new seat. I walked around, looking eagerly. For some reason, the class seemed fuller than it had only days before. I didn't want to end up having to sit with someone else. I searched and searched but no matter where I looked there were no empty spots.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Armin waving at me. I stopped to admire him for a brief second. He looked so cute wearing my clothes, running towards me. He stood before me and looked down at his hands. He played with his fingers. "So, um," he began quietly. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to sit with me? Oh, and my friends too!" he exclaimed, looking up at me momentarily, then looking back down at his hands. I debated whether to accept his offer or not. I finally came to the conclusion that I would rather join Armin and his friends than have to sit with someone I did not know.

"Oh yeah, sure. I actually needed a place to sit, so thanks," I replied. "O-Okay then," he stuttered. He turned around and began to walk towards where Mikasa and Eren sat. I followed him like a lost puppy. We walked over to a bench and table at the back of the room. When we arrived, Mikasa glared at me. Eren didn't even acknowledge me. I felt unwanted and uncomfortable. I looked at Armin and whispered in his ear, "Are you sure I can sit here? I don't think they like me."
"Yeah, it's fine. I asked them," he told me with confidence. "Really?" I asked, hoping to be reassured, but I got no answer. We walked around the left side of the table closest to the wall and sat down. He sat down first, sitting beside Eren, and I sat at the edge of the bench. There was an awkward silence. I felt that it would be right for me to go. I could see that they did not like me. Just before I could make a move to get up, the commander walked into the room.

"Someone from each table grab some papers for your group!" he screeched, painfully piercing everyone's ears with his obnoxious voice. He wrote: 'How 3DMG Can Be Dangerous', on the chalkboard. The hell with it, I thought. Everyone in the room groaned and he flashed us a terrifying look. The room quickly became silent. "I'll go for the papers," Armin told the group. As I began to shift off of the bench so that I could let him through, he climbed over me. "Sorry, Y/N," he apologized as he slid himself off of my lap and stood beside me. I had noticed that he had actually put his full weight on me this time. He was lighter than I expected but at the same time, I really wasn't too surprised.

"Sorry," he said, once again. I nodded in response and sat quietly, awaiting his return. "I heard what you did for him last night, that was nice of you," I heard Eren's voice say from the right of me. I looked over at him. "Huh?" I was confused as to what Eren was talking about. It sounded like he was talking about the incident with Armin from the previous night but I wasn't certain. If it was, then how much did he know? "You were the person, right?" Eren asked me. I looked at him with concern.

"Yes, that was me," I finally answered. "I really appreciate it. If you weren't there to help him he would have been out in the cold all night. So, thank you. I usually wouldn't say this but I think you're a good person for him to be around," he explained to me, giving me a weary smile. "No problem. He is a friend, after all. I couldn't just leave him to suffer," I said, ending the conversation. From what I had heard throughout our small conversation, I figured that he did not know the full extent of what had occurred the night before. I didn't think that Armin would have wanted to tell Eren about his 'panic attack'. This made sense because knowing Armin, it was something that embarrassed him.

Armin skipped back over towards us. I smiled at him as he approached me. He slid back over my lap and sat back down in his spot on the bench. Each of us was handed a paper. I rest my chin in the palm of my hand and prepared for the most uninteresting, painfully boring lesson of my life. I glanced over to my right and watched as Armin eagerly took notes and sunk into the lecture material.