READ AUTHOR'S NOTE. VERY IMPORTANT. I MEAN ALL OF IT.

AN: Majority of this story will take place within the few months before they graduate! Letting you all know, this has VERY little to do with the main story plot! Now, I wanted to make a fan fiction that will make the audience at least smile or laugh because I think we all need a humorous and lighthearted story when it comes to Shingeki no Kyojin. Also, I am up-to-date only for the anime. I do not know what happens beyond as I haven't read the Manga. But anyway, since this is a lighthearted story, it will focus on the love lives and tiny adventures of Shingeki no Kyojin. Annie will be a part of this story, and including Marco. Once again, I am not sticking to the main events from the anime.

In addition, there will be a TONS of crack pairings in this story. Just look at the summary. It says so itself. Although there will be tons of crack pairings, the ones that I know for sure will happen and be CANON in this will be EREN/MIKASA. Now, for the crack pairings, all I have to say is, BASICALLY, IT'S ANYONE'S GAME. There will also be some other pairings that I like because of the friendship between the two characters or if they look like cool bros, BUT I will write moments where it can be canon in this story. I won't say who it is. Just by reading it, perhaps you can tell!

REMEMBER, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF CRACK PAIRINGS. SO BE PREPARED.

But nonetheless, enjoy this story!

All rights go to Isayama!

Title: Raging Hormones

Summary: Everybody just needed to get laid. Too bad that many of them are virgins who don't know anything at all about sex and love, nor how to kiss.

CHAPTER ONE

Fighting titans is a stressful life that many wouldn't live through. Many die right out of training, and many become scarred of the experiences they went through that only soldiers like them can understand. Comrades, lovers, friends, acquaintances, and role models ripped apart and eaten by monsters the world centuries before them couldn't even imagine. It was hell in this world. In this time, it was rare to see a soldier live through his or her life until he or she is of old age. No one lives for that long. So, one of the things that life could offer is right at this moment is when they are still able to run and laugh with one another without missing a limb or taking their last breath.

"This bread has mold! ...Still eating it."

"Hey, man. Why is your groin look bigger than it was twenty minutes ago?"

"...I am hiding food in my pants. Don't tell anyone. Wait, why were you looking there in the first place?"

"I, uh, um... Hey, look! There is more food being served!"

"WHO STOLE MY BRA?"

"Alright, someone tell me. How many more wrinkles can fit on Shadis's face before we graduate in a few months?"

"I wonder what would happen if I aim my 3DMG at someone's ass during training."

"Did you and Hannah...you know...do it? You know...hold hands yet?"

These are the moments people should cherish. These tiny conversations of life, even to the most ridiculous ones, hold a dear memory to every person. Sometimes, a person remembers the tiniest of things although it won't mean as much until it is gone. Though the world these people are living in is a nightmare, it doesn't mean it can stop them from living their lives to the fullest.

With the room bursting with life as all the other trainees bonded, towards the back, was a boy staring at everyone. He observed how lively the place was before him. It was like titans never existed in this world, that they were free from the prison of the walls. He couldn't wait to get out there and join the Survey Corps. Though his mom tried to change his mind from joining before she died, he wanted contribute to humanity. But also, he and along with Armin, had a strong desire to see what was beyond these walls and above all, he wanted to fulfill a promise he made to himself: to wipe out the titans' existence from the world.

"Eren," he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Eren."

Realizing that there was a soup placed in front of him, his emerald eyes tracked the hand next that was on his shoulder and met with grey ones.

"Eat."

"Mikasa, can you stop telling me what to do?"

"Eren, it is almost time to go out and train. You need to eat-"

"Fine!" Grabbing the bowl, he poured the soup down his throat. That is, until he realized his soup was hot.

"Eren!"

"Wow, Jäger, how will you be able to survive the Survey Corps with that brain of yours."

"Jean, don't," Marco pleaded.

"I don't understand why she is always with him," he mumbled, stomping each step into the ground to relief the angry inside of him.

Marco scratched the back of his head. "Well, they're family right?"

"Yeah, but does family really have to act like that?!"

"You mean feed each other?"

"Marco, they go beyond feeding each other."

The taller of the two's eyes widen. Flustered, it slowly registered to him. "You mean..."

Leaning closer and eyeing anyone around so no one around them would hear, Jean whispered, "Yes. That fucking little shit!"

With the redness growing upon his freckled cheeks, Marco began to feel a bit flabbergasted. Like everybody in his class, he always wondered was it would be like to experience a romantic relationship. With no experience, as he thinks to himself that he is a virgin everywhere. Literally everywhere. From his manhood, chest, lips, cheeks, and even hands, he hadn't had a girl go up to him and do anything so sensual to him. But with the thought that Mikasa had possibly done those things with Eren made him feel a bit bothered and hot.

Fixing his collar, his neck began to have some sweat.

"Marco, you're sweating more than Bertholdt," Jean pointed out.

"W-what do you mean?"

The light brunette's face almost dropped. "Wait, don't tell me."

"Jean, what a-are you talking about?"

Leaning closer even more, Jean eyed him.

"You're getting to close! W-what's going on?!" Marco breathed out.

"Do you like Mikasa?"

Marco was about to drop dead right there on the ground. He couldn't believe his best friend accused him of liking Mikasa! He absolutely knew how infatuated Jean was with the black-haired beauty, so he knew she was off-limits.

"W-What?! No! Of course not!" he proclaimed.

It seemed his best friend didn't know what keeping space between others meant. He was practically invading his space that from far away, the two looked like they were getting intimate. As Jean leaned even closer, leaving only a few centimeters separation from each other, Marco could feel his breath. "Oh really? Then why are you sweating and blushing? You weren't doing that before I told you all this stuff about Mikasa."

"JEAN, CAN YOU BACK OFF?" Marco snapped and shoved him away.

"Tell me!" Jean confronted, as he moved closer again.

"I-I, no it's too embarrassing," the teenager mumbled.

They remained quiet for a few seconds. Although Jean wasn't used to seeing Marco be so worked up, as it would be the other way around, he decided to at least deal with his friend about what was bothering him.

"Hey, Marco. I, uh," Jean wasn't used to being on this end. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sighing, as his hand laid upon his head, Marco blushed. "I..I just want to know what it is like not being such a virgin with everything."

There was a good amount of silence between the two.

Marco didn't dare look his friend. He knew Jean was going to laugh in a matter of seconds. He had a feeling that his friend was already at least experience with something to do with the other sex. He wasn't going to deny it, but his friend was attractive so he knew that at least one girl would go up to him and try to make a move. The freckled boy felt like such a loser compared to Jean.

"Me too."

Wait, what? Marco's head spun so quickly to look at Jean that he almost felt himself getting whiplash. But once he saw the facial expression on Jean, his friend was blushing madly while avoiding his gaze. "Jean?"

"Don't tell anyone."

"...Deal."

"Good... Because I want Mikasa to be my first in everything."

"Ah, um. Okay. Wait, does that mean Mikasa isn't a virgin?"

"Please don't remind me. I know she isn't a hand virgin."

"..."

"..."

"I..I...In what ways do you mean?"

"Marco, you are blushing again."

"Jean, stop."

"And what I mean by hand virgin, I saw her hold the bastard's hand."

"..."

"Marco, stop fidgeting with your collar. It's distracting."

"S-Sorry."

Eren rushed towards the training grounds, embarrassed with the fact that Mikasa had to clean up after him. He tried to stop her, but she kept on persisting to wipe up the mess. He couldn't understand why she always had to take care of him. It was supposed to be the other way around, and yet ends up as the damsel in distress.

Running his hands through his hair in frustration, he heard a voice from behind him. "Eren!"

Turning around, he spotted Reiner jogging towards him with a big smile plastered on his face. "Reiner?"

"Hey! Are you ready to train hand-to-hand again?"

"Yeah."

Reiner observed him. "You're a bit off today. Are you okay?"

Stopping in his tracks, Eren huffed. "Can...Can you not tell anyone this, Reiner?"

"Yeah, sure. What's wrong?"

"Mikasa."

"Okay."

"...Okay?"

"Well, just saying 'Mikasa' doesn't give me the full details, Eren," Reiner pointed out. He saw Eren slightly opening his mouth, but then he saw the hesitation in him. But he saw as clear as day a small flushed color on Eren's cheeks.

Frustrated, Eren crossed his arms. "She treats me as if I am a princess!"

"Aw, that's cute," Reiner winked.

"Reiner!"

"What?"

"It's not!"

"Yeah, it is."

"Why?!"

"Because it is!"

"THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING!"

"Look, right at this moment, Eren, you and Mikasa are the example of what it is like getting it on."

Silence.

"What the actual fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Unlike you and Franz, none of us guys don't have anything going on for us so far. And honesty, I think that your interaction with Mikasa is cute."

"Reiner, please stop saying cute. It's just weird hearing you say it, especially from someone like," Eren pointed up and down at Reiner's body, "...like you."

"..."

Realizing what Reiner was going to do, Eren's eyes widen. "Reiner, don't! Don't you-,"

"Cute."

"Stop!"

"Cute!"

Walking away from the muscular boy, Eren grunted. "That's it. I'm going to the training grounds without you."

"Hey, Eren, come on!" Reiner called out as he caught up to him.

"Then stop saying that and take this conversation seriously!"

"Fine, fine," Reiner sighed, lifting up his hands in defeat. "But I am serious though."

"What do you mean?"

"You and Mikasa. Seriously, Eren. How did you make your own adopted sister have a thing for-"

"It's not like that! It's complicated, Reiner," he huffed.

"But still though. How?"

Eren glared. "There's nothing going on! Why the hell do you want to know so badly?!"

"Eren, look at me. I am a full-grown ass teenager with raging hormones, and I haven't even kiss a girl-," Reiner's eyes widen in shock and he instantly shut his mouth. His face began to become a whole shade of red as he froze in his place. Eren didn't know what to say either. He was just as shock as Reiner realizing what he just revealed: he confessed something he wasn't supposed to. In all honesty, Eren couldn't believe what he heard. He would have thought that Reiner, of all people, would at least have his first kiss already, especially with a body built like that going on. All the guys in his class would sometimes envy Reiner's built, as it would attract many of their female, and even to some male, classmates.

But the words, 'I haven't even kiss a girl,' were a whole new level of embarrassing secrets that brought down the level of Reiner's superiority over the rest of the guys in the 104th Trainees Squad.

They didn't know how long they stood there, as other trainees passed by them. But the two still remained in eye contact, waiting for the other to speak up. But neither of spoke causing a long awkward silent staring contest between the two.

Finally, Reiner spoke up. "I...I have to go. See you at the training grounds."

Eren noticed how fast Reiner was walking away from him, but it didn't stop the German from his own curiosity. "Reiner, wait!"

He didn't even turn nor stop to look at him. "I said I will see you at the training grounds, Eren!"

"Reiner!"

"No, Eren!"

"REINER!"

"Shut it!"

"Do you want me to scream to the world what you just told me?!"

Reiner immediately turned around and grabbed him. "Don't you dare, Eren. I will put these muscles to good use if you don't keep your mouth shut. Just please, don't tell anybody."

"Reiner, I won't!"

"Good. Now only you and Bertl know."

"I understand how you feel though."

Reiner's face lightened up. "You mean, you also have these urges just to grab the closest girl near you and take her right then and-"

"Reiner!"

"What?!"

"No, not that! I," flushed, Eren looked away. "...I also didn't have my first kiss yet."

"..."

"..."

Grabbing the sides of Eren's cheeks, Reiner stared into his eyes and leaned close enough for only him to hear his next words. "We need to have our first kiss. Now."

Eren couldn't register what Reiner just said to him. All he could see in his field of vision was Reiner's intense stare. Before Reiner could do anything to him, he pushed him away as the brunette stumbled back, feeling his stomach drop to the ground. "Wait, are you implying that we should kiss?!"

"What? No! Where did you get that idea?"

"You grabbed my face and said those weird stuff right now!"

"But it's true!"

"That you want to kiss me?!"

"Eren, hey. Calm down. People are starting to look at us."

"Then who are you implying to?!"

"Well, I already know Mikasa is going to be yours-,"

"What?! I don't even-,"

"But I don't know who mine should be..." Reiner interrupted. He soon became consumed with his thoughts, as he contemplated about who should his first kiss should be. Eren let out a frustrated sigh and was about to say something until one of the instructors appeared behind them.

"TRAINEES, GET TO THE TRAINING GROUNDS NOW!" one of the instructors commanded the two. "Do you want to run laps until dinner?!"

Saluting to him, both of the boys replied, "No, sir!"

"Good! Now get going!"

"Roger!"

He couldn't stand the tension. He couldn't stand it at all. He was between two people, who were engaged with some kind of battle next to him. They were fighting about something over a boy, which he couldn't understand the gist of it. But all he knew was that the two girls near him were in a serious cat fight, as they pulled each other's hairs, and tried to claw each other's eyes out. One of the girls screamed something like, "He's mine!", while the other girl laughed at that remark.

It made him sweat a bit though. Everyone was getting worked up with attracting either guys or girls. Three years ago, it wasn't like this. They were all innocent children that wanted to be friends with one another, but now it was the fight to see who gets who. There was too much tension now between people, which made the atmosphere too hot to breathe in.

"Bertholdt! You're sweating again! Ugh, I got some on me!" Connie whined.

"Oh, sorry, Connie."

"Sheesh. You gotta learn how to control your sweat. You can't get a girl if you're dripping wet."

When Connie didn't get a response, he glanced at the giant next to him and saw a tiny blush form on his cheeks.

Though he wouldn't admit it, even Bertholdt fell into the phase of what his other classmates were experiencing.

Oh, shit. He likes someone?! Well, this is interesting. Smirking, Connie bumped his arm against his. "You have a thing for someone, huh?"

He saw another sweat drop appearing.

Connie raised his eyebrows. "Who is it?"

Taken a step away from Connie, Bertholdt looked away and tried to walk faster than him.

"Bertholdt!" Connie called out. "Oi! Come here! You may be tall, but it doesn't mean you can outrun me!"

Bertholdt began to quicken his pace. Looking around to find Reiner, he couldn't spot the blond. But instead, he spotted someone else walking out of the boys' doom with his uniform on. From far away, he wasn't able to make out who it was. He didn't care, as he rushed towards the person. Maybe one of his classmates can get him out of his mess he was in with Connie.

As he got closer, the person became clearer to him. There, walking in his direction was a short blond with a bowl cut, and a slender built. And to his luck, Bertholdt didn't have to call out to Armin as the genius of the class spotted him and waved.

"Bertholdt! Do you want to walk with me to the training grounds?"

"Y-Yeah, sure!" he smiled. I'm safe from-,

"You thought that you can outrun me?!" Connie gasped out.

No... Bertholdt frowned.

"Now tell me who you're crushing on!"

Armin gasped. "Bertholdt?!"

Connie, no... Bertholdt lowered his head and walked faster, as if he was sprinting towards the training grounds.

"Hey! Bertholdt! We aren't finished!" Connie chased after him while Armin stood there in confusion.

"Does anyone notice something different?"

"What do you mean?"

"The guys..."

"Why would I care about the guys? I'm not interested."

"Ymir! Listen to Sasha!"

"Krista, can we just leave now?"

"Sasha, what do you mean, different? Is something wrong?"

"Well, I'm not sure. But just observe, Mina! Something is a bit off."

"I can see it."

"Annie?"

"Me too."

"Mikasa?"

"Some of them look like they're trying to show off their fighting. Looks like shit, though."

"Are they being sloppy with their moves?"

"Do we have to continue this conversation?"

"Ymir!"

"Just look," Annie pointed out.

A few meters away were some of their male classmates flipping each other over and trying to smash one another to the ground. When some of them began to sweat, they untucked their shirts and began fanning themselves to feel the cold air. When they did that, their skin showed and they were a sight to see. Some of the girls tried to take a peak to see how defined they were and flushed at what they saw. While some of them didn't show off what they had, they were still something for the eyes.

In this light and when all of their masculinity was out, no matter what, each of them began to shed some light onto the girls.

"Connie has a nice neck..." Sasha admitted.

All the girls immediately turned to her.

"Sasha?" Mikasa touched her shoulder, but she didn't turn her attention at her. "Sasha?"

"He does..." Mina agreed.

Now the rest of the girls eyed at the girl with the two pigtails.

A few meters away was Connie with a low shirt that revealed so much of his neck and shoulders. Glistened with sweat and sun casting shadows on him, the shadows defined his slender neck and collarbones. Whenever scrunched up, his collarbones would pop out even more.

"Whoa..." Mina blushed. "He's...He's pretty cute too..."

Annie glanced to see who she was talking about, and although she remained with a stoic expression on her face, on the inside, she smirked. Mina was looking at Connie's fighting partner, horseface's best friend, the freckled sweetheart of the class, Marco Bodt.

Clueless to the amount of female attention directed towards him, Marco was panting hard as his fighting partner, Connie, was on his knees trying to stand again. While Connie struggled to get up, Marco bent down a bit to relax his hands on his knees. Once he did, he was really clueless to the fact that his ass was directly facing the female group behind him.

"Damn," Ymir raised her eyebrows. "Well, that's..." She scratched the back of her neck. "Unexpected."

"I, oh...oh...I...oh no," Sasha lifted up her shirt to cover the blush that appeared on her face.

"He's really cute..." Mina gasped.

Annie shrugged, but she still had her gaze on him.

While Mikasa turned away, Krista blushed heavily, and glanced over her shoulder to see something else.

When she did, she couldn't help but be red as a tomato, as she saw a drenched shirt be wrapped so lovingly around the most muscular teenager of the class. Not only that, even the boy with the intense emerald eyes had his shirt untucked, revealing a sneak peek of his abs whenever he moved. Becoming entranced by them, Krista breathed out, "He's not the only one that is attractive..."

Ymir's eye twitched. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I never noticed how handsome Reiner is..." she blushed.

Ymir wanted to rip her eyes out. Scratch that. She wanted to rip Reiner's reason to being a man at this moment.

All the other girls who had their eyes Connie and Marco turned around to see Reiner and Eren battling it out with each other. As Eren dodged him and bent down to land an uppercut, his shirt lifted up to his chest while Reiner jumped back to avoid the punch. Once he did, Reiner fixed his posture and stood up straight, his chest sticking out.

"Reiner's pecks look like a nice pair of hard, stale bread..." Sasha whispered.

Everyone silently looked at her.

Sasha paled. "Oh my god, please don't tell me I admitted that out loud."

The silence continued.

The color on Sasha's face disappeared even more.

"Mikasa, tell me, how many times did you see Eren like this?" Mina interrupted, as she kept admiring the two boys in front of them.

Grasping the top of her scarf, she lifted it midway of her cheeks to cover the intense blush that was taking over her pale complexion. "M-Mina!"

"Knew it," Ymir smirked. "She has a thing for angry boy."

Mikasa glared. "It's not like that."

"Then why are you staring at him still?"

"I was looking at Reiner," lying through her teeth.

"No, you weren't, Ackerman," Annie stated.

Mikasa's head snapped towards her. "Yes, I was."

As the two remained in eye contact for the next couple of minutes, the other girls were just admiring what was present around them, although Ymir wasn't too into it compared to everyone else. The tallest of the girls groaned to the excessive amount of them ogling at the boys' bodies. She wasn't too much impressed with what was going on, but the annoyance of hearing Krista admiring some of them, especially Reiner, was getting on her nerves.

Observing him, she wanted to stick out her tongue. True that Reiner had a nice body, but it doesn't mean he should be praised for it and appreciated by many of the girls. Perhaps, when they get back to training, Ymir would show a bit of skin that Krista would be impressed. But at this moment, she couldn't raise her shirt out of nowhere and show everyone what she had in store.

Looking around, Ymir wanted to get Krista away from Reiner's shining moment, so she chose another group of boys fighting.

"Hey, look. They don't seem half bad," Ymir felt like throwing up, but she had to do it. Anything to get Krista to shut up about Reiner.

Stunned by her comment since nobody expected her to bring up anything about the other boys, all the girls looked where Ymir pointed at. Once they tracked down what she was referring to, Ymir hoped that it would at least get Krista to shut up about Reiner.

There, who had their full attention was Bertholdt holding Jean from behind. The tallest of the boys in the 104th Trainees Squad had his arms underneath Jean's and held him up in the air. Jean started to curse out a storm when he noticed that he was floating, which caused him to trash his legs around. While in that position, Jean's shirt rode up.

In the sun's rays, the light shone upon his nicely formed lower abs. While he moved, his lower abdomen twisted in a way that highlighted the muscle he gained during training after all these years.

Annie raised her eyebrows.

Mikasa had a slight blush.

Mina began to play with the end of her belt and looked away only to be stunned by Sasha's expression. "Sasha? Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm..." Sasha hummed.

"No, you're not! Your nose is bleeding!" Krista rushed towards her, lifted up her head, and pinched Sasha's nose to prevent the bleeding.

"Mmhmmmmm..."

While Mina and Krista took care of Sasha's situation, Ymir rolled her eyes at the attention directed towards Jean. But then, she couldn't help but notice the arms that held him from behind. It dawned on her that Bertholdt had taken off his jacket, leaving him only in his dark undershirt. He didn't have much coverage, as his sleeves stopped two inches passed his broad shoulders. When he held Jean back, his arms flexed in a way that truly showed how easy it was for Bertholdt to lift.

"Damn," Ymir breathed out.

"I wouldn't mind being held in those arms," Sasha whispered.

Ymir's eye shot to the girl next to her. But what stunned her some more was that all the girls had their eyes on Bertholdt too, the man who barely spoke up a word to majority of the group.

"Sasha, you're bleeding again!" Krista noted and rushed towards her. But then she noticed Mina. "Mina, not you too!"

Ymir then looked at Annie, who was good at concealing her feelings up until now. Just a few inches away, she could tell that Annie was very flushed seeing one of her male comrades flexing, and boy, it was a sight to see. One of the toughest girls in their squad was now vulnerable and blushing at the beautiful view of Bertholdt Fubar, who was absolutely clueless to everything that was happening around him.

"Annie, I bet you want to tap that," Ymir commented.

Never in her life she had seen Annie move so fast. But also, never has Ymir seen her eyes meet the ground so fast in her life.

"Ymir!" Krista called out. Holding the noses of Sasha and Mina, Krista motioned for the two girls to move along with her to get closer to Ymir.

"You bitch!" the freckled girl spat as she rose to fight against Annie.

"H-Hey. I know I'm interrupting, but has anyone seen my jacket?" a male voice suddenly popped in.

All the girls immediately stopped dead in their positions and slowly turned to the voice. There in front of them was Armin Arlert. Without a jacket. His hair was damp, but slicked back...and without a jacket. With some of his top buttons missing...and still without a jacket.

"Armin?" Annie's breath hitched, as she lowered her fists.

"Annie! Have you seen it?" Armin smiled, as he moved closer to her.

When he got in a close space among the girls, they all started to notice his big, blue eyes and his structures. With that bowl cut hairstyle, his facial features covered what was hidden underneath. But there, it was all exposed to everyone to see. Everything was at his glory. From his small, tender neck to his jaw line to his red cheeks.

Nobody was prepared for this.

Not at all.

"Armin, I think I saw it there," Mikasa pointed out. She noticed the eyes directly towards her childhood friend, and she wasn't quite she if some of them had good intentions. Probably innocent ones, but she couldn't take any chances. She cared for Armin's safety just as much as Eren's, and she wouldn't allow nasty hands clawing to him.

Looking towards where Mikasa said, Armin titled his head. "You mean behind the barracks? Why would it be all the way back there? I just left it on the ground because it got too hot. It should be around here somewhere-"

"Armin, I saw one of the instructors take it to the barracks. Your jacket is considered to be a hazardous item since it could injure someone. They could possibly trip over it," Mikasa explained.

Nodding, Armin said his thank you and left, not noticing all the girls' eyes on him. Although a genius, he didn't have a clue what many of them girls were thinking at that moment when he saw him in that light.

"I bet some of you want to corrupt that little boy," Ymir laughed.

Mikasa grasped Ymir's collar, but before she could do anything, Krista got a grip of both their hands.

"Hey! Stop!" Krista yelled at the top of her lungs. Never in her life she has been in such a crazy predicament between her group of friends. They were all fired up in many ways, and although she was flustered with the wonderful things around them, she couldn't take care of everybody, as she would hope to. She was just one person and she didn't possess the hands she needed to help her friends. It was just getting ridiculous.

All the girls had their attention to the petite girl while she heavily breathed. Once she calmed down, Krista continued. "What happened to us? We weren't like this before! What happened? Why are all of us suddenly feeling these things? Can we just settle this in a quieter and peaceful way? Can we admire them without causing such fight and have blood everywhere?"

"She is right," Annie said. Holding the eyes of the girls, she crossed her arms. "But only on some things." Looking at the tiny girl, Annie continued. "Krista, I don't know if you noticed, but look at everyone. The girls, as an example. They're changing. We're changing."

Krista stared. "I know they're changing, but us?"

"Krista, have you notice anything different during these past years? How everyone used to be? Don't you know how much hormones can change people's perspectives?"

"Aren't you talking up a storm," Ymir snarled, as she wiped off the remaining dirt on her face.

Annie remained unaffected by the comment. "But it is a part of growing up. People begin to see what they haven't seen before, and they're just starting to notice it because our brains now register what we couldn't when we were little."

Letting her words land on them, everyone was quiet until Instructor Shadis interrupted. "Alright, girls, it's time to show off what you got."

All the girls suddenly looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Do you think the guys are going to do the same what we did just now?" Sasha blushed.

"I believe so," Mikasa admitted.

"Why? Do you want to show off your body? Perhaps to angry little Jäger?" Ymir leaned in to her.

"Ymir, don't start," Mikasa clutched her fists.

"GIRLS!" Shadis yelled. "GET THE FUCK TO TRAINING NOW!"

As the girls shared one last look before departing, Shadis shouted to the boys. "ENOUGH! BREAK FOR YOU ALL!" They all deserve it. Especially with this heat they're in. Hopefully some of them will still be able to stand and learn from the girls.

But to Keith Shadis' demise, the boys were going to learn something else from the girls.

Hormones can do wonders on people.

..Review?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! If you want to see what the guys' reaction will be, review, favorite, or whatever to see what comes next! This was absolutely the longest chapter I have ever written, but I believe it was needed!