Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to carry the heavy burden of being a Titan shifter? Why me?
   "(Y/N), are you okay?" Eren asks. Everyone knows what I am, and everyone knows I hate it. I hate everything. I often get compared to our captain, Levi Ackerman. As much as I don't want it to be true, I have a crush on him.
   "Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking that's all." I reply. Just then, as if destiny took a toll, Levi walked in. The whole room went silent, silent in fear that is.
   "Tch, brats." He says, walking to his usual table.
   "Why are you staring at him, it's like you have a-" Eren stops mid-sentence and smirks. "You like him, don't you?"
   "What?! Psh, no. He's an asshole, why would I like him?" I said, denying it.
   "I know you like him, (Y/N), don't deny it." Eren said, his stupid smirk still plastered across his childish face.
   "Shut up." I said, pouting.
   "I knew it!" I hear someone clear their throat. I look up to see Levi staring at you.
   "What are you brats fighting about?" He says, sternly. I feel my face heat up and Eren says,
   "(Y/N) has a crush on you." I slap Eren as hard as possible.
   "Is that so?" Levi asks, smirking.
   "Um..." I stutter.
   "Meet me in my office later, Cadet (Y/N)." He orders. 
   "Y-yes sir."