Dear Diary: Nine

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Eren's Point of View: -otaku-trash-

My mind hadn't particularly processed much as I fell to the floor, a sea of raven possessing my vision. I heard a voice that was so smooth; so monotone. I felt a warm spot on my hand where the unfamiliar male had touched me, and I raised my eyebrow once I saw him hovering above me.

"Urm, yes I'm fine." I quickly choked out, in fear I said something to upset him.

The more I observed him, the more I began to realize that perhaps I had seen him a few times before. However, it wasn't something I was sure of. 

I found myself observing his features: a raven undercut, small portions of black strands were fallen upon his eyes; oh, his eyes were breathtaking, his orbs were coloured a sky colour -- that being a bluey-grey colour that seemed to captivate me; his skin was smooth, and ghostly pale as well; his body was slim, and his clothes were slightly stuck to his body as he desperately clung to my arm. 

Slightly flustered, I released my grasp from the raven and stood myself up, brushing off the invisible dirt from my clothes. I spoke up, my voice rather bold, without even thinking it over -- without giving it a second thought in my mind.

"What's your name?" I questioned, my voice slightly husky. 

"That's for me to know and you to find out. How's about you kiddo?" He replied, his expression clean from any trace of emotion.

"Eren." I said, offering him a small wave as I hurriedly walked away from the sudden alarm of the bell, unknowing — at the time — that my precious journal had fallen from my arms as I scurried away. 

I let an exasperated sigh escape my lips as I proceeded to groggily pace to class with my schoolbooks close to my chest. A few boys whispered things about me, sniggering afterwards but I placed my earbuds into my ears and drained them out. 

I found my seat in class, offering a small smile to Armin as he waved at me. 

"Eren, did you do your homework?" He asked, and my eyes widened to saucers as I hurriedly ripped my ear buds from my ears. 

Gulping thickly, I watched as Armin grabbed his work from his bag and placed it upon the desk. 

"You forgot again?" He asked, and I merely nodded as I was dreading the next two hours of hell.

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