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Aaaaah there we go again. Way to ruin the day by spilling my drink on my laptop XD But yeah! I'm handing over an actual chapter in actual timeline! Read on! We have five days skip here!
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''Seriously, (F/n), why do you allways fall off your bed in the morning...'' Sasha groaned as she pulled at the sheets that cowered the body of (H/c) haired girl.

''Get up allready, we'll be late for school!''

''Make me...''(F/n) groaned, gripping the nightstand like her life depended on it. Sasha lifted her brow and grinned. She then crouched next to the slumped body, and whisperded in the sing-a-song voice. ''I made pancakes... And waffles...''

''Okay, I'm up.'' A bed-head emerged from the depths of pillows and blankets. Still with a little unconcious eyes, she glanced around her room. Two beds, two nightstands, few posters of shirtless anime guys, and a smell of waffles and chocolate syrup welcomed her awakening brain, as (F/n) struggled to her up, constantly slipping on the blue blanket.

''Just roll out! '' shouted Sasha from the kitchen, and right after that through the air sounded a loud crash. Proably a plate.

''Sure...'' (F/n) answered, yawning. Then she began rolling. First through the bedroom, then through hallway, past bathroom ( nah to lazy), past the sleeping husky dog, and then kitchen. She poked Sasha's leg with her hand. Sasha gasped in suprise and dropped her waffle witch (F/n) catched swiftly and devoured in seconds.

''Oh my god, (F/n), you scared the crap out of me!'' she laughed, flipping the pancake. ''Am I that scary?'' (F/n) mumbled, as she stood up, leaning on the kitchen table for support. The brown-haired cook smirked, and pointed to the mirror on the kitchen wall. Following the finger of her friend, (e/c) eyed female locked her eyes on her form. Baggy clothes, messy hair, dark circles under eyes and a dumb expression. That was the way that (F/n) (L/n) looked every morning. It was the famous ''You look like shit'' look, that Levi just loved to point out everytime that she didn't managed, or simply didn't had time to put the make-up on, oh-so loved by his beloved fangirls.

''Give me my cup of coffee, or I'll murder pepole'' she mumbled, plopping on the bar stool next to her cooking friend. Sasha sweatdropped, and passed her a cup of steaming drink. ''Drink up, Grudge.''

''Very fucking funny, Sasha.'' (F/n) put the cup to her lips, and mentally moaned, when the steaming substance filled her mouth ( A/n: You guys will never know how many dirty thoughts passed through my brain in the moment of writing that, seriously.) After few moments of silence, broken only by sound of swallowing, (A/N: GOD, NO.) and fork hitting the plate, Sasha finally spoke up.

''So, (F/n), how is your training going?'' she, asked while pouring herself a cup of Earl Grey tea. Her friend only grunted in response. ''I guess that means 'bad'?''

''Eren is a dick.''

''Tell me something that I don't know''

The room was once again filled with silence, The clock ticked, and the plates found their way to the dishwasher.

''Tell me that we don't have training today.'' (F/n) spoke, gulping down the last drops of coffee from her cup. ''I would have to lie,'' ''Fuck.''

---Timeskip!-----

''And that's how you destillate Shitamonium from Pissinium and Dicckunous. Homework: Write about using Shitamonium in daily life. Class dismissed.''

(F/n) picked up her notes, notenooks, pens, banana peels and origami models that she made from pure boredom in the class time, and walked outside the class with happy students pushing her from all the sides. Oh the glorious Recon Corps Lunchtime Rush (Bravo for you, if you get the reference). When the crowd spat her out in the middle of some hallway, she suddenly realised that she really want to get back inside the human burrito.

Guess what she saw.

HANJI.

''Oh, (F/n)! My favourite model!''

Shoot.

''Come on, I projected this nice new wedding dress that you have to see! Come!'' Hanji pulled her younger friend behind her, manouvering between teachers and students, finally reaching the bathroom. She then sat down next to the sink, and from her bag she pulled out her thick scetchbook, that held her projects, designs, and all the other crap that she liked to do in her free time (Like projecting wedding dresses for her friends.) She gestured for (F/n) to sit next to her, before opening her little world, and sharpening a pencil.

''Just look at it! Isn't It perfect?" Hanji squealed, pointing at the picture with back of ber pencil. (F/n) raised her eyebrow. My, Hanji can do stuff right if she wants to!

The dres was pure white, only with one blue strap under the chest area. It was strapless ,three layered , and on the bottom, it began firling like a princess' gown.

The (h/c) haired female stared at the drawing with her mouth slightly opened, as Hanji began searching for something in her cellphone. She then practically showed the screen in her friend's face. ''Those shoes with it!"

White, and EXTREMELY high heels.

''And? And?'' Hanji asked unpatiently, (F//n) sighed. ''Once in I lifetime, I am proud of you.'' (F//n) smiled softly in her direction. She then yelped, when Hanji tackled her to the ground.

''I'll sew it for you, and make you wear it at my fashion show!'' She squealed, while rubbing her cheek aganist (F/n)'s, who just sighed, and answered a simple 'Sure, Zoe-chan' to emotionally high woman. She then proceeded to wriggle to freedom. After few very akward moments, to (F/n)'s horror, the bathroom door opened, revealing a very concerned... Eren Jeager. Within mere seconds, the look on his face turned to smirk, and he crossed his arms on his chest.

''Oh, sorry for disturbing your quitality time.'' He chuckled, picking up the papers spawled all over the bathroom's floor. They contained Hanji's scetches of clothes, pepole, trees, and guns, her personal fetish. She was lately into Clocers 274 (Just invented this one, mad?), the machine gun that was used by no one else than Titans. Eren frowned in disgust, as he threw a stack of papers with the gun drawing on the top. ''Seriously, stop drawing them.'' he sneered. ''It makes me nauseous.''

He then turned on his heel, and walked out of the room, leaving (F/n) , Hanji and a ocean of drawings behind the doors.

''What was he doing in the girls' bathrom anyway? ''
(F/n) broke into laughing fit. No one noticed one paper missing.