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"Someone has to be the one to stain their hands with blood!"
Someone said while crying, their face was blurred and their voice seemed faint and weak.
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Jolting from his imagination. he sat up expeditiously, his finger nails digging into his duvet, his heart raced as he repeated the words in his head.
Eyes frantically searching around his room, his paralysed body standing motionless almost as if it was deceased, sweat dripping his soft, clear face.
It wasn't the first time Bertholdt Hoover had woken up from a reoccurring nightmare.
The same reoccurring nightmare.
It was always had the same concept.
The same people.
The same thing.
"You traitors!"
They boomed while towering over him.
Blood.
Stains.
Regret.
Revenge...
No.
What was he thinking?
He shook the words out of his head.
After all it was just some kind of story he had been told, no... that's wrong.
A story he once read, where there were weird giant creatures eating anything and anyone they could come across.
Or it went something like that.
Only at this point Bertholdt couldn't remember and was too tired to check his books to confirm.
He turned over to his clock to see the numbers scatter around the room, he squinted his eyes to reveal that it was 2:17 am.
He stared at the clock for a few more seconds while he suddenly shivered, goosebumps appearing on his arm.
Looking around his creme, ghosted room, when he came to the conclusion that no one had been staring at him.
Which in all honestly was kind of weird, since rumour has it , that if you suddenly woke up around 2-3 Am, someone must of been staring at you while you sleep.
Obviously Bertholdt didn't believe these kind of things, sort of, but he didn't want to frighten himself.
Sighing, he put his duvet over his head, trying to go back to sleep when he started seeing faces.
Faces of people he didn't even know.
A woman with black hair and green eyes, who seemed to be holding a small child younger than Bertholdt.
A older guy than him, with dark brown hair, light brown eyes and freckles.
His head started twirling as his mind flooded with random people, people who despised him, he could just tell by the way they looked at him, his finger nails started digging in his palm as his eyes prickled with tears.
All he wanted was for this to all stop.
Time skip:
Bertholdt was woken up by a splitting headache, his eyes were red and puffy from the night before, and he just felt like shit.
He got out of bed to get ready for school, brushing his teeth and hair, he then changed into something presentable for his first day at school.
He had never been to school before since his parents convinced him that school was a place where people treated each other horrendously, dunked their heads down a toilet and beat you up for no reason.
This all seemed to frighten Bertholdt, since he was socially awkward, he seemed to be an easy target, someone who would become a victim, however, despite his tall appearance, which people were mostly afraid off, he wasn't actually that scary, honestly he was just a sweet kid who would read his books for hours on end, sitting on the tree branch outside his window, waiting for supper to be done.
If what his parents said was true, he was really dreading school.
He sighed, opening the front door, the warmth escaping into the cold, unpleasant atmosphere.
"Bertholdt! Close the door, you're letting the heating out!"
His mum exclaimed.
Closing the door behind him, he trudged to school, letting his thoughts cloud up his mind.
It was a cold morning, colder than usual, Bertholdt could feel some kind of droplets falling on his lanky body, they were small snowflakes!
They fell graciously on his face as if they were a lock and key system, he could feel his ears and nose become numb from the sudden change of weather, but he didn't mind, after all this the most realistic thing he had ever seen.
Bertholdt extended his arm for the snowflakes to fall in his hand, he could feel the snowflake swirl in circles perfectly, descending towards his hand til he could feel the presence in his hands.
He chuckled as he imagined the snowflake as his friends, a worthwhile companion, someone who wouldn't leave him, he carried on walking, occasionally looking down at the snowflake, wondering if it could withstand him.
He had finished walking when he had realised he was standing outside of his school, he shivered in his boots, his hands clutched by his side, but when he remembered about his snowflake, it was already too late.
It had melted.
He had killed his one and only friend.
With tears in his eyes, he begged you to stay.
As your limp body lay there, frozen in time.
Bertholdt snapped out of his thoughts, what was that just now?
He brushed off the weird feeling and set off on his mission.
Next thing he knew, he was getting introduced to the class, when he came eye to eye with a certain blonde boy.
When the boy had beamed a smile back, he blushed with embarrassment.
Well school certainly wasn't the way his parents had explained it.
Time skip to when he is 17
Also change of POV ;)
[Name] was frozen in place, [names] hand hovered over the handle, and was about to open it, when suddenly a horrible memory from [names] previous school came flooding in.
All the bullying.
The swearing.
The bruises.
It was all unbearable.
You sighed, shaking the thoughts out for your head, opening the door, when you were suddenly hit by a warm breeze, not too warm but warm enough!
It was the middle of May, you were starting a new life, in Canada, a country that was normally filled with snow, it well know for ice hockey, which was a good thing since you enjoyed playing it, and it was home to one of nature's most beautiful animal, the arctic fox.
You really did hope you wouldn't have to move again, ever since your dad got a new job, you would move regularly, your dads greed for money honestly was scary, he'd put anything aside for it.
It was always like this.
You sighed.
Closing the door behind you, you walked.
Walking wasn't your favourite thing to do, but it was only because your dad had to leave early for work that you were put in this situation, gripping onto your bag, you sped up, since you already left later than you excepted.
You walked until you met your destination.
You stood in front the grand school, whilst watching the other students walk inside, it didn't look too bad.
Well that was an understatement, it was probably one of the most beautiful schools you have ever seen.
The building itself looked old, ancient even, but you could tell that it was handled with absolute care, every brick carefully cemented, spread evenly, the bricks weren't dirty or filled with gum like at your previous schools, the windows were reflecting the morning sun right into your eyeballs, causing you to look away, the gate around the school was tall and black, no paint peeling off, it stood elevating against every student, no one could compare to its height.
You stood in awe when suddenly you felt someone knock against you, the impact causing you to fall to the floor, the hard ground beneath you caused you to develop a scratch, wincing slightly at the pain you look up to the person who knocked you down.
-o-oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and happen to knock into you...
He stuttered nervously.
-Are you okay?
He asked with worry filled in his eyes.
A tall, pretty boy stood in-front of you, his hand extended towards you to help you up.
You extended your hand to take his, your hand fitting perfectly in his large ones.
He buried his face in his scarf, hiding his face.
Reaching out to his hand, you felt yourself rise from the floor.
You blushed as you felt a tingle of adrenaline from the contact, you looked up at him, his sweet, green eyes looking down at your E/c ones, you could tell he was blushing too due to his ears having a light tint of pink to them, his smooth hand soft against your own, his dark brownish hair falling down to his face perfectly.
-It's fine! My names F/n L/n! And I'm new around here so... would you mind showing me around?
He looked away from you, his scarf slightly falling to reveal an embarrassed face.
-U-uhm. S-sure but can you first let go off my hand first...
He said whispering.
You looked down to your hand realising that your hand was intertwined with his, no wonder your hand was extremely warm..
Your face heated up as you took your hand out of his grip.
-S-sorry! I didn't realise... A-anyways! You didn't mention your name.
He looked back at you, his green eyes piercing through your soul, damn, you would need time to adjust to his gaze.
-oh. Well my names Bertholdt Hoover, it's nice to meet you F/n L/n.
He said shyly.
-Just F/n is fine! Anyways we should really get going!
You said while staring at your watch.
-we're already late..
You chuckled.
Bertholdt looked around to see no students around, he felt terror rise in his chest.
-Let's hurry then F/n!
Grabbing your hand, he started running towards the school, you slightly tumbled to begin with, however in his grip, you felt yourself running with ease.
You ran and ran through the hallway, bumping into some random people, but not looking back as you felt their angry gaze at the back of your neck, you chuckled as you felt Bertholdt hand grip yours firmer, as you came to a stop.
A massive door stood in-front of you, the light from the inside had such a mysterious glow to you, you couldn't put your finger in it. You felt a small nudge as you and Bertholdt decided to enter.
You walk in to see a bald man (not Connie) sitting at a desk full of paper, his eyes stuck to a specific piece of paper, he leaned against his chair, chewing on a pencil in his mouth.
You cleared your throat, clearly interrupting his thoughts, he fell off his chair and landed on his butt.
-omg I'm so sorry for startling you!!
You said with concern in your voice.
-Don't worry it was my fault for not paying attention.
He gets up from the floor, and walks to greet you.
-hmmm, you don't really look familiar, are you new here?
He looks down at you with a confused look, his eyebrow arched, his index finger pointed on his chin.
-Actually yes I am, my names Y/n F/n and I transferred here today!
-ah that must explain things then, well, here's your timetable, and I see you've already met Bertholdt! So if he wouldn't mind, he could show you to your class.
The smallish man nodded towards Bertholdt, his golden eyes practically beaming into his emerald ones.
You smiled awkwardly as you felt Bertholdt place a hand on your shoulder.
-We should get going then F/n, you don't want to be late on your first day do you?
He chuckled slightly as he saw the worry in your eyes.
-y-yeah.
You felt butterflies at the slightest touch, your face instantly flushed, you could still feel the tingles of particles vibrating from the sudden contact.
You placed pressure on your foot and turned in the opposite direction, meeting Bertholdt gaze, he opened the door infront of you, like the gentleman he is, and walked out after you.
You stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to go, Bertholdt just snickered quietly, and then motioned you to follow him.
-So...
You started.
He looked at you with a confused look, waiting for you to continue.
-What class do you have then Bertholdt?
You asked while staring at your non-crumpled timetable.
-I have History with Mr Smith, I think the class is H4.
-omg same!
You beamed with excitement, basically doing a little happy dance, your h/l hair bouncing up as you skipped happily.
Bertholdt had never seen anything more perfect than you skipping down the hallway, his heart pounded loudly in his chest as he saw your smile light up the hallway, he wished that he could capture this image and save it as his wallpaper, but he thought you would find it creepy and weird if you saw it.
-W-well I guess that's good then...
He managed to spit out without stuttering too much, placing his hands on his cheeks to see if his face was warm, which it was, thankfully you were facing the other direction.
You walked for about 2 more minutes when you came to a stop, you stood in-front of large, oak door, a small glass window at the top of it, reflecting a blue lights, which you presumed would be from the whiteboard, your hand hovered above the handle, twitching as you held it there, wanting to move, but your body refusing to listen to your thoughts, you were afraid to open it, as you knew you would feel 100 pairs of eyes staring at you, but you knew you had to overcome your fear, you were about to open it when you felt a warm hand come on-top of yours.
Bertholdt sighed, he didn't like attention either, but seeing as you stood there blankly, he took it upon himself to save you from the embarrassing feeling of walking in late, he put his hand on yours to calm you down, his fingers moving in circular patterns, trying to relieve the stress, which seemed to work as he heard a soft sigh from you. He smiled softly, feeling his chest feel with pride as we achieved his goal of calming you down.
He walked in, his hands in his pockets, his head facing the ground shamelessly.
-Bertholdt Hoover, do you have an explanation to why you're late?
Mr smith exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowed with frustration that he refused to hide, his hands clasped on the chalk he had in his hand.
Bertholdt looked down, his head hanging low as he felt a ping of shame overcome, his hands sweat as he felt eyes of the other pupils on him.
-I'm sorry sir, I'm new around here and got a bit lost, Bertholdt was merely showing me to my class, but we had to stop into the principles office to get my timetable, this won't happen again!
You said with a beaming smile.
Mr smith cocked an eyebrow in your direction but you could tell that he would let it slide, you looked over your shoulder to see Bertholdt showing a sincere smile, his cheeks flamed with blush.
-Hmm okay so there seems to be a space next to Reiner, you could sit there or you could sit next to Marco.
Erwin said while pointing to two boys, a buff, blonde boy raised his hand and a smaller boy with dark brown hair and a freckled face, put his hand up.
You looked over to them both, they both had a genuine smile plastered on their face but you felt slightly intimidated by the blonde boy so decided to go sit next to this Marco kid.
You saw Bertholdt sit next to a blonde girl and instantly felt a ping of jealousy.
You sighed, making your way to Marco, he welcomed you and introduced himself and his friend to you, which was quite nice.
You were introduced to a boasting guy called Jean, a open minded girl called Sasha, a dumbass called Connie and a sweet girl called Mina who was apparently Marcos twin sister.
-well it's nice to meet all of you!
You exclaimed, putting your hand on your neck while blushing slightly at the overwhelming attention.
You could feel an icy gaze at the back of your neck as your guys conversation continued, you didn't think much of it but after a while you started to feel insecure, being watched was one of your least favourite things, you would occasionally become flustered as you hated the unwanted attention.
Feeling intimidated yet determined to make that person stop staring at you, you looked behind your shoulder to see a mysterious green pair of eyes stare back at you. Bertholdt was clearly unexpected to see your e/c glister back at his, trying to hide his embarrassment, he pretended to be looking around the classroom, but you quietly snickered at his childish behaviour.
He caught on to you laughing at him and just blushed harder, his tanned skin was eliminated by the warm sun gazing through the window, his hidden but at the same time noticeable freckles sitting perfectly on his face, his dark, short hair covering his forehead, making their way down to his eyes, and lastly, his large yet delicate, elegant even, hands covering his face, his palm facing your way, his eyes reverted away from yours.
Fuck.
Why was he so luxurious?
You heard snickers behind you as you felt your cheeks only grow hotter, the teasing began but you didn't even care. All you could do was think of was Bertholdt.
Yet speaking of the devil, he pushed his embarrassment aside and shone a smile to you, practically melting your heart.
Even though you'd only been in love once, which was with Bertholdt, you remember this feeling strongly.
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You felt your heart swell as he sent a smile towards you
Fuck.
Why was he so luxurious?
Your eyes searched him as you saw him on the odm gear, swinging on the trees, pulling cool stunts almost as if to show off, he himself towards the wooden target.
Feeling the beating in your chest, your hands sweaty, your flushed face.
This only meant one thing...
You were in-love with Bertholdt Hoover..
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Bertholdts pov:
You were his love, his will have to end this once and for all, after he would finish this, he would take you home, introduce you to his father but he knew, in order to do this, he had to hurt you...
You were his snowflake, but in order to prove that, you had to suffer...