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Porco shifted uncomfortably. He was in the cafeteria, eating breakfast when you ziplined toward him. He blinked a few times, the question you asked lingering in the air as he took the time to process
“Huh?” He finally responded eloquently.
You frowned. “I asked if we could skip this week? I… Thursday’s my only day off. And… I’m going to be busy.”
Porco raised an eyebrow. “Busy? Doin’ what?” He chewed on a hashbrown, maintaining eye contact with you. “You tryin’ to avoid me?”
You blushed. You hadn’t wanted to tell him all the details, especially since this was the first time you saw him after… the incident. And you didn’t know how the incident would even begin to affect you both. “No! Just hangin’ with a friend.” You lied.
Porco wasn’t buying it. He eyed you suspiciously, his silence making you uncomfortable and causing you to tug at your skirt awkwardly. You cleared your throat after he didn’t respond, crimson washing over your features.
Porco nodded curtly. “Fine with me.”
“Okay, thanks, Galliard. I appreciate it-”
“L/N, what’d I say about making things weird? Just say thanks and go.” He rolled his eyes teasingly.
You sighed. “Right, sorry. See you then.”
You turned to walk away, when Porco called out to you, bringing you back to his attention.
“So is this friend Reiner?”
You could hear the slight irritation in his tone, and you wondered if he was trying to provoke you, or genuinely interested. You figured now might as well be a time to address it.
You bit your lip anxiously, avoiding his cold glare. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, he is.”
Porco snorted. “Figured. And how is it not my business? You’re-” He cut himself off abruptly. Attempting to play his slip off, he brushed a hand through his hair and chuckled sarcastically. “You’re ‘hangin’ out’ with my friend. I think I’d deserve to know who you’re blowing me off for.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight irritation. “I’m not blowing you off, I’m ‘blowing’ our lessons off, for one day. And weren’t you just calling Reiner your teammate?”
Porco shrugged, but you could tell from the way that he stabbed through his eggs with his fork that he was bothered. “Right.”
You huffed. “Whatever, I’ll text you later. I gotta go to class.”
Porco’s nose scrunched as he checked his watch, which read 7:40 A.M., an ungodly hour according to him. “This early? Aren’t you gonna eat?”
You shook your head. “Nah, I’ll just get cookies from the vending machine.”
A flashback of your beat up shoes passed through his mind. “You don’t want anything from the cafeteria?”
You instantly moved to shake your head no, but you hesitated slightly. Truthfully, your stomach was rumbling, and you were pretty sure your bad mood was partly due to hunger. Porco caught your slightly doubtful expression, and stood up, crumpling his napkin up. “C’mon, you can’t go to class without eating.”
He was leading you to the line before you could protest, as he was sure you would try, and you were forced to follow behind his lean back. From behind, you admired Porco’s formed figure, wondering how many hours at the gym it took him to achieve this state. He glanced behind his shoulder at you, and you quickly looked away.
“You don’t have to get me anything, Porco.” You whispered to him once you arrived at the line.
Porco waved his hand at you dismissively. “Would you shut up?”
You noticed the difference in the way he said it this time, as opposed to the first lesson you had with him. He said it almost with affection, although you supposed that was an odd thing to say to someone you cared about.
He ordered for you, not even bothering to ask what you’d like. He knew that if he did, you would refuse to tell him or make it more difficult than what it was supposed to be. You hissed at him to let you pay, but he put a large hand over your wallet, blocking you from paying the worker. He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, and opened it, picking a ten dollar bill and handing it over to the employee.
Once you got your breakfast sandwich and orange juice (for some reason he knew you preferred orange over apple?), Porco walked you to his previous table, which remained unoccupied.
“Thank you.” You crossed your arms. “But you need to stop buying me crap.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about. And besides, cookies don’t count as breakfast.” Porco quipped.
You sighed in exasperation. You forgot he had a stupid rule where you weren’t allowed to mention the small gestures of kindness he did for you. And now that you thought about it, the number of them seemed to grow…
“Eat. Your food’s gonna get cold, and I already paid for it.” Porco pointed at the sandwich. You glared at him, taking a bite out of the corner.
You were surprised at how hungry you actually were. You tore into it, barley uttering a word to Porco. He simply watched you eat, an amused smirk on his face as he watched you tear the sandwich to pieces. For someone who claimed they weren’t hungry, you were ravenous. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you were starving, or that Porco paid for you, but as far as cafeteria food went, it wasn’t that bad.
“Thank you.” You mumbled after you finished. You leaned back in your chair, patting your stomach. You felt absolutely bloated, like an anaconda who had just devoured an army of mice.
Porco chuckled. “That good?”
You hummed. “That good.”
You both sat in silence for a bit, when Porco suddenly spoke in a soft tone. “So… two days ago..”
Your eyes widened. You had planned on speaking about it… eventually… someday. But here? Now? In the middle of the cafeteria? You were caught off guard, and you wondered if Porco’s tactic was to disarm you with food before approaching the subject.
“Yeah?” you chuckled nervously.
“Um,” he scratched his neck. This was excruciating for him. Why was he the one having to express his feelings? You were the one who ran away! But you were almost, if not more prideful than him. Or so he thought. He never really spoke about what he felt with anyone, so maybe he was just biased. “How did you feel?”
The question confused you. “How did I feel? Uh… It was nice, I guess.”
“You guess?” Porco blurted, offended.
You shot him a look. “Yes, I guess.”
“Right, sorry.” He sheepishly shrugged. “Well, I just wanted to ask you if everything, well, if you were okay with it.”
You nodded slowly. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.”
“Cool,” Porco nodded, drumming his fingers on the table. He looked to the side, observing students passing by. “Cool. Because nothing changed for me. It was like I said. Just confused.” He winced.
He hadn’t ever felt so opposed to something he said like he was now. Why was he lying?
You were interested in Reiner, that’s why.
And you hadn’t addressed it, so that must have meant you didn’t want anything else to come of it. It was just a kiss. A kiss in the heat of the moment, after all.
“Okay, cool.” You let out a breath of relief. “Same.”
Porco felt a pang in his chest.
“Yep, so that’s all I was just gonna talk to you about.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
After an awkward moment of quiet, you chuckled.
“What?” Porco questioned.
You shook your head.
“Tell me.” Porco insisted.
You couldn’t hide the grin on your face from forming. “Nothing, it’s just… that’s so like you. Only you wouldn’t be able to differentiate between anger and romance.”
Porco glared at you, and his glare was the last thing to send you over the edge, giggling.
Porco found his resolve cracking, and he joined you in laughter. “Shut up.”
You giggled harder. “Sorry, it’s true.”
Porco didn’t protest, because in all honesty, you were right.
After you ran from Porco, you breathlessly entered your dorm, slamming your door a little too harshly. You were panting wildly, as if you had been chased by a grizzly bear, or some type of monster. Well- you kind of had been.
“Are you okay?” Mikasa’s alarmed question rang out in the kitchen as she left her room to inspect the cause of commotion.
You couldn’t respond, suddenly choked up.
She came closer, eyebrows knit in concern. “Y/N, what happened?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, your back pressed against your hard door. “I-I don’t know.”
Mikasa frowned. She was used to your emotional outbursts, but she had never seen you so distraught to the point you were unable to form words. She rubbed your shoulder wordlessly, allowing you time to gather your thoughts.
You took a deep breath. “Porco.” You sighed, eyes downcast.
Mikasa scowled. “What did he do? I swear, his little jerk act is getting old. Someone needs to knock some sense into him-”
“No,” You wailed, covering your eyes in embarrassment. “No, it’s the opposite, actually. I was the jerk. Or I don’t know. He kissed me. We kissed.” You rambled, your hands waving wildly as you attempted to emphasize your point.
Mikasa’s dark eyes widened. “You’re kidding. He kissed you? Against your will?”
“No!’ You exclaimed. “No, not at all. Which is why I’m freaking out! I let Porco kiss me! Porco Galliard! And… and I don’t know how to feel about it?”
Mikasa looked as if her jaw had unhinged from her skull with how shocked she appeared. “No. Fucking. Way.”
“Yes! I kissed Porco!” You cried.
Mikasa’s hand quivered as he brought it up to cover her gaping mouth. “It’s just not possible.”
Tears were prickling at your eyes now, the sensation burning. “I think I fucked up.”
Mikasa collapsed on a stool on the counter. “You’re in deep shit. Porco kissed you!”
“I know!” You screeched. You sat down on the floor in front of the door, your coat pooling onto the hard tile.
“Are you guys going to like, date now?” Mikasa questioned.
You shook your head vigorously. “Absolutely not. Kissing him was one thing, but dating? No, no way. I can’t lose any more dignity.”
“But you guys kissed.” Mikasa whispered.
“I know, I know. Can we stop repeating it?” You whispered back.
Mikasa shook her head. “What’s gonna happen now?”
You sat in silence for a minute, mulling over the question. What would happen now? Would things be weird? Would Porco get mad? It was all so confusing, and you were beginning to regret ever putting your lips on Porco’s…
But you knew what you had felt. The fire in your belly you usually felt whenever you argued with Porco had been nothing compared to this. Whether or not you could admit it, kissing Porco was somewhat enjoyable, and not as gross as you would think. And the way he gingerly held you in your hands, as if you were so delicate…
You forced yourself to snap out of it. You couldn’t afford to think about Porco like this. You had a date. A date with someone you were sure was good for you. You would just have to erase the kiss from your memory, and act like you usually did.
“I guess we’ll just have to act like nothing happened. I can’t be with Porco.”
Mikasa wore a pensive expression. “Why not?”
“Huh?” You weren’t sure you had heard her right.
“Why not, though?” Mikasa said firmly. “I know Porco hasn’t been the nicest, but if you said you guys kissed… maybe something has changed.”
You held your head in your hands. Why was this all so confusing? And why did Porco wait until Reiner asked you out to do that?
“No, nothing can change.” You mumbled. “It’s… Porco. I can’t.”
But you couldn’t explain to yourself why. Porco being himself, well, it wasn’t a good reason in your eyes. But you couldn’t bring yourself to openly admit that.
Mikasa simply sighed at your response. “I would not like to be you right now.”
“Real helpful, thanks.” You muttered.
That was why you chose to approach him a few days later and act as if nothing had happened. But you didn't expect him to bring it up, much less ask your take on the events. But ultimately he agreed with your stance, and it was settled that neither of you would mention it or bring it up again.
You knew you should be glad, relieved even. Yet when Porco agreed, you felt a sharp pang in your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was due to happiness.
“I’m heading to the cafeteria man, you want anything?” Porco asked Colt.
Colt shook his head from his seat at the kitchen “table” (it was a typical gray foldable table they stole from a frat party) and continued highlighting the majority of his textbook. “I don’t think I can stop to eat.” He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
Colt looked stressed, dark circles lining his clear blue eyes, and his clean cut hair disheveled from running his hands through it constantly. Paradis University was only two days away from beginning the first day of testing, and the stress was apparent on many students, tired, ragged faces not an uncommon sight.
Porco was more or less prepared, but he had a “wing it” attitude, whereas Colt was taking more of a “stress every waking minute until it was over” approach.
“Why did I choose physical therapy as a career?” Colt whined.
Porco chuckled. “Hey, man, lay off the flash cards for a while, yeah? Get some exercise, or eat an apple, or somethin’. Just back away from the book for a bit.”
Colt huffed drily. “Right! An apple! I have to fucking analyze the genetic makeup of an apple for Nutrition. I don’t know how, or why, but apparently that’s important for me to know!” He was borderline hysterical, but Porco was used to Colt’s nervous outbursts.
“Cool. I’ll be back soon.” Porco grabbed his keys and student ID off the key hanger in the living room.
“Hey, after this, I’m throwing the wildest party yet. I deserve it after this shit week.” Colt unceremoniously announced.
Porco snorted. “Fine by me. See you.”
Porco made his way to the elevator, chuckling quietly to himself as he remembered the time you spilled your drink all over him. He remembered your scowl, and how he thought it was slightly funny how worked up you got over his comments. His mind flashed back to the kiss, and he had to blink a few times to bring himself back to reality.
He had thought about the kisses you shared so much over the two days you avoided him that he began to wonder if he had just imagined it. But there was no way he could have, it felt too real, too good to not be true.
But you had made it clear what you wanted, so he knew he had to push those thoughts away.
He entered the lobby, and just as he took his phone out to check an email notification, he heard the glass door open, and chatter. When he looked up, he spotted you in the Garrison’s signature green polo, entering with a friend by your side. He brought his hand up to wave, but then lowered it, realizing you probably hadn’t spotted him.
Before he could overthink it, his legs were guiding him towards you, and soon he was in front of you, almost too close.
“Woah, hey.” You greeted, being surprised by his sudden appearance (he did that a lot- scare you by appearing randomly.)
“Right, sorry.” Porco laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. He had forgotten to speak, and cursed at himself for being weird. Who goes up to someone without speaking? He also couldn’t explain the way his palms grew sweaty at the sight of you, or why speaking to you made his voice tremble. “Hey.” He attempted again.
“Hi, Porco.” You rolled your eyes good naturedly, reaching into your bag for your house key. “Oh, and this is my friend, she lives on the same floor as me.” You referred to the redhead girl next to you, who was blushing and smiling at Porco excitedly. Porco barely remembered her name, much less what she looked like, as he was focused on you, and how your curls fell over your face as you reached into your bag, the curve of your smile-
He felt as if he had gotten sucker punched. Since when did he notice you like this? He could have sworn he was going insane.
He idly introduced himself, his body on autopilot. Your friend bidded you goodbye, leaving just you and Porco alone in the hallway. He cocked an eyebrow at you.
“So, how was work?” He drawled.
You shot him a confused look. You and Porco talked, yes, but talked as in, argued, fought and debated. Not small talk, or peasantries. Well lately, you had done a bit more than talk…
“The usual, boring.” You replied. It was easy to be honest with Porco, as he would be upfront about his judgment.
Porco snorted. “Boring? You? Right.” He winced at his slip.
You awkwardly chuckled. “Y-Yeah, I guess. I’m just trying to think of how to do my hair. My straightener broke, and I really don’t want to go with my hair like this.”
He nodded slowly, face burning with embarrassment at his previous mishap. Why was he so socially inept?
“I think you look better this way. Or else you wouldn’t be curly fry. Doesn’t suit you…So what even are your exact plans for Thursday?”
Your glare was suspicious. What was with the interrogation mixed with praise? You began walking to the elevator, and Porco followed, disregarding his previous plan. “Weren’t you going that way?” You pointed out.
Porco shook his head. “Nah. So what’re you doing with Braun? Is he-”
“Geez, dude, what’s with the interrogation? Am I on trial?” you huffed, pressing a button on the elevator to get to your floor. The memory of riding it with Porco the first time came back to you, and you resisted the urge to smirk at the thought.
Porco scowled. “What? I don’t deserve to know?”
You were incredulous. “What? Why would you- What?” You couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Well, you’re ditching me for my friend, so I think I have a right to know why.” Porco retorted.
Your scowl deepened. “That’s not true? And it’s literally just dinner and a movie, can you chill?”
Porco’s amber eyes widened. “Wow. Just dinner and a movie? So ditching our lessons for dinner and a movie is worth it? Do you not appreciate the favor I’m doing for you?”
“Dude, what? What’s your issue?” You crossed your arms. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. A freshman stepped in, and you and Porco silently glared at each other as the boy maneuvered around you to click his floor button. Once he got off, you resumed.
“I literally try to thank you all the time but you refuse it, and now you’re saying I’m ungrateful?”
Porco rolled his eyes. “Yeah, if you can blow me off this easy for some guy you just met.”
“I’ve literally never been on a date, Porco! And I think I know how to drive stick by now, all of these extra lessons are just unnecessary!” You exclaimed.
“And how would you know? You can barely fucking park!” Porco sneered.
Your fists clenched into balls as you uncrossed them. “Why do you even care so much?”
He glowered at you, his brow pinched and face red, silent. You glared back, your stare unwavering.
“I don’t.” He finally replied coolly. “It’’s your loss.”
“So you’re going to quit?”
Porco nodded curtly. “Yeah, since I see I’m of no value to you.”
You shook your head in disapproval. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”
Porco shrugged, pressing the open door button on the elevator. The elevator doors opened with a swoosh. “Not as ridiculous as going out with Reiner when we have lessons.”
You felt tears forming at his harsh tone, and at his nonchalance at your reaction. “You are a fucking jerk, Galliard. I was actually starting to think you were cool. But you’re just- this is so, so not fucking cool.” You choked out. “But fine, awesome! I don’t need you. Asshole.” You reached into your bag and threw something at his feet. He bent down to pick it up as you stormed out of the elevator.
Porco picked the small bag off the floor, inspecting it in his large palms.
In the bag was a miniature metal plaque keychain, with the words “World’s Greatest Driving Instructor #1” on it.
Feeling like absolute shit, Porco sighed and left the elevator, hoping to catch up to you. But you weren’t in the hallway, and he cursed at himself for letting his anger and jealousy get the best of him. He figured you had already run off, too far for him to reach you.
“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath. “Just fuck.” He paced the hallway with a hand in his hair.
“Porco!” A high pitched voice suddenly called to him. He turned, and saw Hitch walking to meet him.
“Hey, you,” She squeezed his arm. “What’re you doing in the girl’s hall?”
His fingers ran over the plaque in his hand. “There is no girl’s hall.” He grumbled.
Hitch giggled. “I know, silly. I’m just tryin’ to scare you. What’s that?” She leaned over his line of vision, covering the plaque with her blonde head. “Ooh, that’s cute! Who gave it to you?”
He frowned. “Y/N.”
Hitch murmured. “That was sweet of her. So listen, I was wondering what you were up to Thursday?”
Porco finally looked at her directly. She wore a hopeful expression, and he noticed how her eyes were ringed with blue eyeliner, which made her eyes pop. Her hair was wavy ish, and she wasn’t too bad looking. “You’re asking me?” Porco repeated.
Hitch nodded. “Yeah, why not? We could go to a bar, or something.”
Porco hesitated. The image of you crossed his mind, and he felt his heart tighten.
Noticing his hesitation, Hitch’s smile faded. “Unless you’re busy? If not, its okay, just forget it-”
“No, I-” Porco sighed. “Sorry. I’m just… distracted. But yeah, sure. I’ll go out with you.” He felt bad for his lack of enthusiasm, but his heart just wasn’t in it. He wasn’t even sure why he agreed in the first place. But seeing as you, well you had unceremoniously stormed off and he had unceremoniously “quit”, he figured he had nothing else to lose.
And who knew, maybe he would forget about you. Maybe he was just confused. And you could be happy with Reiner. He would try to be happy with Hitch. Even if her voice was annoying at times.
He hated the way it sounded, and how happy it made her.
“Great! I knew you’d come around. So let’s go to…”
He drowned Hitch’s voice out, nodding idly as she blabbered about their plans.
The whole time, his fingers ran over the keychain, and he wished he had just told you to wait.
a/n: omg… ik i said this would be late but in some way somehow i managed to finish this (not proofread) and publish it at 11:43 pm… so i guess i am technically on schedule!! LMFAO . sorry for the short chapter but i hope it was good :’) be sure to check out my 300 follower event if you haven’t!! i am at 332 followers already in less than a span of one month? wow i love you guys <3
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Prompts: Confessions and Protective, with a hint of Parapraxis if you squint (not really, it’s just a pun, you probably need to say it out loud to understand it).
The text’s taken from Matt Mercer’s Levi’s confession to Eren (he’s Levi’s VA). You can find the adorable video here. Forgive the inconsistencies in my edit, hope you enjoy it anyway :)
＊Special thanks to Tiff! Do NOT repost on any other website.
＊ANGST UNDER THE CUT, tread carefully. It’s just a bonus I thought of at the last minute.
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