"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Eren laughed and crossed his arms on the tabletop, looking up at Mikasa. "Come on, Mikasa, I'm just getting used to the short hair. Can't fault a guy for looking, can you?"
He stretched out his muscles, feeling the slight ache that came from training all day. Eren was exhausted, but doing something, finally, in the Trainee Squadron was worth the aches and pains for the renewed sense of purpose burning low beneath his skin. He was already getting bruises under his harness straps, dark and purple, and he pressed one now, wincing at the flare of pain.
"How are you holding up with all of the training, Mikasa?" he asked, curiously. "You seem to be doing really well."