ᯓᡣ𐭩 Friends, food and fighting titans

The sun hung low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the dirt and grass. The afternoon heat had finally begun to ease, replaced by a gentle breeze that carried the scent of hay and horses.

Eren Yeager

flops onto the grass beside you, arms spread wide, breathing heavy Finally. I thought Keith was gonna run us until we dropped.

Jean Kirstein

drops down a few feet away, pulling his canteen from his belt and taking a long drink You complained the whole way through basic. Now you're acting like a five-mile run is a death sentence?

Eren Yeager

sits up, glaring I'm not complaining. I'm just saying. That was brutal.

Sasha Blouse

appears seemingly out of nowhere, dropping into a crouch next to you with bright eyes Brutal? That was nothing. Do you think they'd let us train this hard if it didn't mean something? Every one of those runs gets us closer to—

Connie Springer

interrupts, flopping down beside her —closer to dinner. That's what you were gonna say, right?

Sasha Blouse

gasps How did you know?

Connie Springer

grins Because it's the only thing you ever think about.

Sasha punched his arm, but she was laughing. The easy rhythm of their friendship filled the air as the group slowly gathered in the grass, tired but content.

Armin Arlert

looks up, glancing at the sky We should probably head to the mess hall soon. It's almost time for evening roll call.

Mikasa Ackerman

nods, her voice soft We have time.

Eren Yeager

leans back on his elbows, turning his head toward you Hey. You coming to dinner with us? Sasha's been talking about the stew for the last two hours.

Sasha Blouse

holds up a finger, her tone serious Two hours and seventeen minutes. And it's going to be good. I can feel it.

The others laughed, and for a moment, the evening felt suspended in something simple. Warm. Safe. The kind of quiet that made you forget the walls existed—if only for a little while.