valentine's day

                                    

                                          
Yall said they always horny so here's a cute-ish little short chapter, plus some Eremika.
not very proof-read, sorry for any possible mistakes!
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Thursday morning felt like the hottest day Shiganshina had ever seen in February. It was the first day of the month and 50 degrees, which was too hot for your attire, a black sweatshirt and scarf top paired with sweatpants. The outfit pairing you chose was Jean's fault, which he seemed amused by when he dropped you off at school.
"The weather is nice today, why didn't you wear shorts?" he asked, a smile on his lips.
"Fuck you," you laughed, getting out of his car.
"Where and when?"
You turned around, rolling your eyes before you continued across campus. Sasha met you halfway by the fountain, like she always did, walking with you to class. 
"Why are you wearing a scarf?" She asked, also noticing your slow walking pace. She hooked two fingers in the top of the material, pulling it down. You flinched, pulling it back up, but it was too late. "Oh my god," she squealed, loving to poke fun at you. She did for the whole walk to the research building, continuing to press you with questions as you sat down in your seat. You loved talking to her, but were exhausted from staying up all night.
"Y/N? Did you hear what I just said?" You blinked at her through sleep-stricken eyes, shaking your head slowly as you yawned. "What's wrong with you today?"
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"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Armin asked, sitting with Eren in their dorm. "You're like, all bent out of shape over one little hookup."
"I'm not," the brunette replied, pulling his hair into a loose low bun. "And if you knew who it was, you would be too."
Armin sighed, pushing his glasses up over his blonde hair. He turned his desk light off, folding his sketchbook closed and organizing his pencils before standing up. "I don't know," Armin said, plopping down on his bed. The mattress rebounded against him as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "You sound jealous."
"I'm not," Eren insisted. "Mika knew I was coming over on Christmas Eve like I always do, she couldn't have told her to leave a little bit earlier or something? Then she acted as if nothing happened for the rest of the holiday."
"I guess she could've," Armin considered. "She probably thought about it, maybe decided against it."
"Why would she do that?" Eren said, sitting up from where he rested his head with his hands behind his hair.
"Don't know," Armin lied, taking out a book to read. 
Eren would've liked to say the next time he thought about Mikasa was when she texted him, asking him to come over and watch some shitty movie they'd seen a million times, but it wasn't. She was on his mind as he closed his eyes to go to sleep, and when he woke up. He couldn't figure out why, but his mind reeled with her and a million other things. Anger he couldn't find the source of, frustration, anything that distracted him from school. The only thought in his mind at the last race was how he wanted to beat Annie. He kept pushing and pushing and going faster and faster. He didn't care what he had to do to win until he lost control and nearly totaled his car.