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X Love, Love, Love
Ymir took her place in the class, which was in the back corner, away from everyone else. She bothered no one, and no one bothered her in return. Her eyes trailed across the room, boring into the heads of each person, spouting curses at them inside of her mind.
Damn you Mikasa, for being so damn clingy.
Screw you Eren, for being a naïve idiot all the fucking time.
Sasha you damn glutton, stop eating for once.
Shut up Connie, you're nothing but a goddamn dolt.
Her eyes stopped at a head of blonde hair. They studied her intently, paying close note to how those strands of hair just managed to catch every ray of dim light. It burned bright, and shimmered with every move. The blonde was the only one that really captured her attention, and actually managed to hold on to it. From the way she looked, Ymir had expected Krista to be the typical rich girl; snotty, stuck-up, sassy, and just a general pain-in-the-ass. She expected her to ignore her like the others, and treat her with disdain with the others. What she didn't expect was the opposite; how kind, generous, and just the plain opposite of what Ymir had assumed she was.
But that still didn't stop the string of curses she began.
Damn you Krista, for being so adorable. From there Ymir stopped and glared at her desk. Krista was unapproachable, and it irritated her greatly. To add to her agitation, the bell rang its tinny ring, dispersing the groups of students talking to one another. But all of that went away when Krista turned around, to give the briefest of smiles to Ymir. Ymir flushed a bit before offering a small wave and turning away. Krista had turned away by then, but Ymir could just see the growing grin on the blonde's face. The thought made the freckled girl smile despite herself as her eyes settled again on the blonde.
Just as she first thought of Krista, one would think that they didn't share anything in particular; just a kind girl trying to reach out to an unapproachable teen. One would think that they were strangers that knew nothing of each other. No one knew about their secret relationship that was built on top of love, love, and even more love.
"And honestly, it's just a bit more fun that way," Ymir mused, watching the teacher enter the class.
X Monster
If asked what to describe herself, Ymir would stick with one word: monster. It was true. This abnormal trick to transform herself into the very creature that she was being trained to kill seemed like a sick and twisted joke. Might as well kill myself then, she had joked to herself, smiling grimly as she had jogged up the mountain Shadis had assigned them to scale.
Had she truly revealed who she was, most of Trainee Squad 104 would unsheathe their blades with no hesitation. She was the one most people were skeptical about, and the one that most did not approach because of that cold aura that stuck to her. Ymir was content with that; as long as people didn't find out what she was, then everyone went along on their business, happy and oblivious on the creature lurking amongst them.
The moment she revealed herself to that one person, she had expected her to run away, to shun her and rat on her to her comrades. But she didn't, and the blonde instead grew closer to her. Ymir was confused and allowed the blonde to do whatever she pleased, and soon enough she was swept up with the current, actually enjoying the company of the small blonde. She didn't know how, but how she was able to develop feelings for her was an eternal paradox that she never found the answer to.
Looking down at the tower, she gazed blankly at the horde of Titans crowding among them. Was she scared? If Ymir was, she didn't feel it. Her heart was pulsing rapidly, and blood and adrenaline were rushing to her head as she took deep breaths to still herself.
"Ymir, don't do this," a meek voice behind her squeaked, tremors of emotion shaking it. Ymir paid it no heed as she gripped the blade in her hand and jumped.
I'm a monster.
She sliced the skin of her hand, feeling the transformation taking place.
I'm a monster.
She landed heavily on the ground, dust flying up, coating her.
I'm a monster.
She raised her head, and let out a cry.
I'm a monster. But I'll protect you no matter what.
She charged, fast and quick, the Titans falling one by one.
Because I just want you to see you smile for once as I call out your real name, Krista. Let me say I love you, with your actual name please, Krista.
Please give this monster its final wish.
X Can I Sleep With You?
"Ymir?" Krista nudged the bulge next to her, poking the shoulder sharply. An annoyed groan came from the girl. She turned slowly on her back as if it hurt (which it must have, due to the intense training Shadis had put them through) and lazily opened her eyes. She blinked slowly, like she had not a single care in the world. They gradually hardened into a glare, but the mussed hair and the way it just framed her sharp features just right, Krista couldn't take her stare seriously. She replied silently with a small smile.
"Yes, Krista?" Ymir drawled, slapping a hand on her tan forehead before sliding it down, stretching her features as far as they would allow. Her hand stopped over her mouth, and she looked at Krista with the same glower, along with a bit of annoyance. Krista applied a cute nervous pout on her face, and she watched Ymir's glare soften a bit much to her mild satisfaction.
"Can I sleep with you for the night?" Krista asked, her initial timid tone taking over once more. Ymir sighed, curt and short. She then scooted over near the edge of the bed, leaving a sliver of space for the tiny blonde.
"Can't you leave a bit more space for me?" Krista grumbled lowly, slipping into the sheets nonetheless. She heard Ymir scoff and turned to see what the tanned one had to say.
"You're tiny, so it doesn't really matter."
Ymir held back a flurry of profanity as she hissed in pain. Krista was rubbing her forehead before settling her head on the pillow. It sighed heavily under the added weight, and she turned on her side to stare at the empty rumple of sheets where she once was. Her eyelids grew heavy with fatigue, and she felt herself drift into sleep until an arm that curled around her waist yanked her back into awareness.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Ymir questioned, lowering herself so that she could easily nuzzle Krista's neck.
"No."
Warm air tickled the blonde's skin as Ymir scoffed. "Then why the hell did you join me in bed?" She stressed the last word, which successfully brought a blush across Krista's face.
"N-No reason, I just wanted to be next to you, that's all."
"Little Krista wants to be next to me? How sickeningly sweet," Ymir's tone dripped with sarcasm, and it was Krista's turn to use her friend's trademark eye roll.
"If you don't want me here, I can always go back."
The arm tightened its grip, and Krista smiled.
"Nah, I think it's best if you stay here."
Krista twisted on her other side, so that she could look into those homely brown eyes that Ymir had. They blended in somewhat with the dark, yet managed to stand out when inspected closer. They studied her curiously, and Krista's cerulean ones did the same. Eventually each of them broke into a smile and closed their eyes.
"Good night, Ymir."
"Night."
Ymir placed a soft peck on Krista's red forehead; she winced in response.
"Marry me one day, will you?"
Krista laughed.
"Sure."