Hi everyone! This is one of my first works written in English, it's not my mother tongue, so sorry if you find any strange expression! Hope you like it.

It was a nice autumn afternoon. The cadets just finished their harsh training and they entered the canteen filled in dusty beams of light. They all got their seats in the long tables after carrying their own tray full of steaming food. Eren Jaeger wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He snorted.

"God, that was hard," hissed the brunet boy, leaning back on the wooden bench.

"Sure it was, after Reiner had kicked your ass so many times," teased Jean, on the opposite side of the table. Armin sighed before bringing the spoon to his mouth.

"As if you could do any better, horse f-!" Eren bumped a fist on the table, making Mikasa grimace at his side.

"You gotta find a new nickname, Eren, you screaming br-"

"Guys you stop it, this feels like kindergarten," added the blond boy, annoyance showing in his voice. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on his back, and then a hand on his fair mane. He stiffened.

"Hey Armin! I hope you don't mind us," a thin feminine voice said behind him. The boy faced the girl, seeing she was Mina Carolina, accompanied by Hannah. They didn't talk as much as it would seem in that moment.

"What can I do for you?" Armin asked confused, looking at both girls.

"You see," Mina began excited, "we really like your hair, and since we don't have any duties this afternoon, we wanted to ask you if you would let us style your hair!" chirped the black haired girl, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, it's really shiny!" added the another girl. Jean tried to hide a giggle, and Eren looked as confused as his blond friend. Mikasa seemed interested, though.

"W-what do you mean by styling?" said Armin startled.

"Oh c'mon, it won't do a little harm! We are complimenting you, don't give us that look! We are bored of other girls' hair, yours is just gorgeous!" Armin gulped.

"Well, if you really want it, I guess I could give it a go-"

"ARMIN!" called his angered friend. "Do you ever say no?"

"Let him," intervened Mikasa, "I would really want to style his hair too, it seems fun," she said with a deadpan expression.

"What, Mikasa!? You too?" Jean roared with laughter, "I would like to see it myself," added the taller teen. Armin started to regret his words.

Later that afternoon, Armin met both female partners in one of the girls' bedrooms. They weren't allowed to mix in rooms all of the time, but they guessed it wouldn't be a problem around 4 pm.

Eren was quite upset about the fact that his friend had agreed to the girls' mischievous plan, so he went training instead. Again. Mikasa followed instantly, much to her disappointment, but she had to make sure that brunet raging boy didn't get stuck in a tree or something.

Armin showed up in the room, with a book under his arm. He actually liked trying new things. But definitely, not this. He hesitated before knocking on the door, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Mina opened the door with a bright smile on her face. She looked really excited, and that made Armin feel a little relieved. At least he could help someone forget about the titan crisis.

"Oh, we thought you wouldn't really come! Come in, come in," said Mina while gesturing with her hand. Armin walked into the girls' bedroom curiously, he had never been in one. Actually, it looked the same as the boys' ones, but this one wasn't full of hormonal male teens screaming from the bunk beds. Not that it bothered him, actually it was real fun to watch. Sometimes he participated too in those 'arguments'.

The other girls greeted him. There was Hannah, as expected, but Christa Renz was there too. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too many hands on his hair. He could say he was a bit scared, he was trusting his own hair to almost strangers. It was his signature mark!

He sat on a wooden stool as he was told. He grasped his brown book tightly. He thought he could use that time to read while the girls had fun with his hair. Not for now.

"Okay first, we need to wash your hair!" said Christa, her face glowing. She was so charming! How could Armin say no? Of course, he wasn't expecting to have his hair washed. Not at all.

"You didn't specify that," Armin protested. "Also, I just had a shower too, I don't need another one," excused himself.

"Did you wash your hair, hmm?" asked Hannah while inspecting on a strand of his hair. There was silence. "I didn't think so!"

"So how are you going to do that?" asked the boy, looking at the girls without lifting his head, even though he was sitting. He wasn't that tall, they were just tiny, he thought.

Two of them grabbed the boy's loose sleeves, as Christa pushed him from the back. They led him to the contiguous bathroom, being shared by all the girls in that bedroom. Armin felt his cheeks redden suddenly.

"Wait, wait, what-" he couldn't finish his sentence, as Mina pushed him down on his knees from the shoulders. He looked like a deer in headlights. He looked at the bathtub he was facing. He quite… understood.

He discovered himself kneeling in front of the bathtub, facing down and tilting his head inside of the tub, so water could fall on the drainage. He felt a wave of shame up his spine, he wanted to have some courage to say no, sometimes. The girls were singing something, but it wasn't clear as water was running over his ears, eyes and nose. When they first poured some shampoo on his scalp, someone else showed up in the bathroom's door. God dammit, it was Ymir.

"Christa! I've been looking for y- eeeh sorry what the hell is this?" asked the taller girl with discomfort in her voice, her eye twitching. The smaller blonde continued her task on massaging Armin's hair with shampoo.

"We are going to style Armin's hair," the other two girls nodded happily.

"Armin, why the heck do you agree on everything… Anyways, you better not put a single eye on my Christa, you hear! This is so embarrassing to watch," said as she left, wavering her hand.

The boy looked like a good mature tomato. He really wanted to stand up and go away, but he guessed there was no turning back at that point. The expert hands rinsed his hair and covered it with a clean towel. Armin finally stood up, scowling. The girls didn't seem to notice.

He was sent back to the previous stool, where they dried his hair with the towel vigorously. A brush started to untangle the blond mane, and Armin flinched at the sudden discomfort, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't really angry, it was his fault after all.