Y/n's POV
Y/n: 'If I have to run one more fucking lap...'
Shadis: C'mon, you scrawny little maggots! MOVE!
I groaned as I powered through the last of my laps, pushing past Reiner and Mikasa. It was pouring fucking raining, and all I had to cover myself was a goddamned cloak. This heavy ass gear was only adding to the torture of it all. I kept going even further, past Annie and Eren. Eren looked at me in surprise before trying to 1-up me. As he tried to push himself further, he almost slipped in the mud and reluctantly gave up his chase. I crossed the line one final time in a slide, huffing and puffing for breath. I stood off way in my own little area, recuperating.
Armin: You did really well today. You even made it past Mikasa. That's definitely saying something.
I smiled as I looked up at him.
Y/n: Thanks, Armin. That means a lot. If you're noticing my progress, it won't be long before others do too.
Eren: What do you say we race tomorrow? I was really eating your dust.
I laughed.
Y/n: Yeah, why not? Sounds fun. I just have to make sure I'm not pushing it.
Eren: Wait. So....that wasn't you pushing yourself? What the hell, Y/n!
Y/n: What? I'm...decently fit. And I trained in my village before my recruitment here.
Mikasa: Trained how? You suck at hand-to-hand combat.
Y/n: Oh wow. Thanks, Mika. I trained in survival-type stuff. I guess now that I think about it, I've been purposefully failing hand-to-hand. I honestly could easily take some of you out.
Mikasa: I look forward to that fight. Everyone else here is either afraid of me or just trying to touch me. It's creepy.
I winced.
Y/n: Agreed. Well, you are ridiculously hot, so...
She shoved me as she pulled up her scarf to cover everything but her eyes.
Y/n: What? You expect me to lie? I know Ymir is like...Christa-Sexual, but I've caught her looking a couple of times. Your six-pack is like...holy shit.
Eren: Y/n, that's my sister...
I snorted as I ruffled his hair.
Y/n: Your hot sister.
Shadis: Alright! Listen up! Make sure to properly dry off your weighted bags before stowing them away! Once you're done, make your way to the mess hall for dinner. Dismissed!
We all saluted and made our way inside the armory.
Once I got inside, I shucked off the soaking wet cloak and draped it over one of the empty benches near the heater. I then made my way over to one of the workbenches to dry this damn bag off. As I was doing that, a shadow loomed over me. I looked up to see Bertholdt and Reiner.
Y/n: 'What the fuck...?'
Reiner: Hey, Y/n. I saw you breeze past me. How'd you manage that?
I shrugged my shoulders in a bored manner, already tired of this conversation.
Y/n: In all honesty, I was sick of Shadis' shit and just decided to get it over with. I didn't wound your pride, did I?
He chuckled with a shake of his head.
Reiner: Nah, you really just surprised me, is all. You don't exactly...do much.
Y/n: 'Okay, what the fuck's that supposed to mean?'
Y/n: Mm.
That was all I offered. I was way too tired to do much of anything else. Let alone start an argument with this asshat.
Annie: Hello. Reiner, Bertholdt, why are we here? I thought we were getting our own table.
Y/n: 'Way to say "fuck you", Annie.'
Y/n: I'll take that as my cue. See ya.
The only other available table was the table that Sasha and Connie were at. I knew I probably wouldn't get much work done, but I needed to get my mind off those three. I really wanted to know just what the fuck their deal was. Reiner was always a conceited asshole, Annie has seemed to loath being in my presence since day 1, and Bertholdt...well, Bertholdt always refuses to make eye contact with me. Everyone knows he's awkward, but like, what the fuck?
Y/n: Yo. What's today's topic?
Connie: Yo, Y/n! Sash and I were talking about names.
Y/n: Eh?
Sasha: Y'know, like how we don't get to pick our own, yet we keep it until we die. That type of stuff.
Y/n: Oh. Makes sense, actually.
Connie: I knew you'd get it! This is why you're one of us.
I laughed at that.
Y/n: I'm honored, Sir.
Sasha and Connie saluted. So did I.
Y/n: How about how we have to be a certain age to legally change it?
Sasha and Connie: Ooh, good one!
We idly talked while cleaning our weighted bags, and once we were done, we started to head for the mess hall.
Y/n: You guys can go on without me. I'm gonna check on the others.
Connie: It's cool, we'll wait here.
I nodded and went back in.
Y/n: What's up? You guys almost done?
The entire table looked flustered-Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Marco, Thomas, Mina, and even Christa. The only person who wasn't affected was Ymir. I rolled my eyes.
Y/n: Ymir, what did you do?
Ymir: Why's it gotta be my fault? That's sexist.
Y/n: We're both girls! And I know you had something to do with it because everyone else has the decency to be embarrassed!
She groaned.
Ymir: Fine. I'll say what I'm sure everyone else is thinking. How big are you exactly?
My mind came to a screeching halt. She was worried about-
Y/n: You're worried about my fucking dick size?
I whisper-yelled.
Y/n: Ymir, why the fuck are you-? What the fuck-?
I forced myself to take deep breaths to compose myself.
Y/n: If you want to know so bad, why not ask privately and save everyone else the embarrassment? I would've told you.
I got collective sputtering at that.
Y/n: It's weird as fuck, sure, but I'm not exactly ashamed. And if my friends are curious, then I'm happy to...educate.
I shrugged as if the answer was truly that simple.
Y/n: We'll talk later, yeah?
Ymir, for her part, was actually embarrassed and just nodded.
Y/n: So, you three. Are you done yet?
Mikasa and Eren shook their heads while Armin nodded.
Mikasa: You can tag along with Y/n, Armin. Eren and I will meet you in the mess hall.
He nodded, and we both proceeded to leave the armory. Once we got to the doorway, Connie and Sasha rejoined us.
Connie: Y/n, what the hell took you so long? You only came back with Armin!
Sasha: Ditto, I'm starving!
I laughed as I gave her a head pat and a granola bar I kept stashed in my shirt pocket.
Y/n: Relax. Ymir was being a little shit again. No biggie.
Sasha happily began munching on the granola bar.
Y/n: That should keep you tided over.
Connie: If she doesn't fucking inhale it first! Sasha, chew it! It's not going anywhere!
Y/n: Except to your stomach.
We all laughed at that. Until Sasha started to choke, that is.
Armin: Oh my! Sasha, are you alright?!