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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein, Jean_Kirstein/Annie_Leonhart, Reiner_Braun/
      Bertolt_Hoover, Other_Relationship_Tags_to_Be_Added
  Character:
      Marco_Bott, Jean_Kirstein, Annie_Leonhart, Reiner_Braun, Bertolt_Hoover,
      Sasha_Blouse, Krista_Lenz, Connie_Springer, Eren_Yeager, Mikasa_Ackerman,
      Armin_Arlert, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Hannes_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin),
      Hanji_Zoe, Petra_Ral
  Additional Tags:
      attack_on_titan_-_Freeform, Shingeki_no_Kyoujin_-_Freeform, Alternate
      Universe, Highschool_AU, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-02 Chapters: 1/? Words: 937
****** Human Nature ******
by deplorability
Summary
     Marco Bott describes how he fell in love with the popular football
     player Jean Kirstein and if the feelings are reciprocated or not
     throughout their friendship/relationship in highschool
Notes
     This is my first fic and I'm very excited to finally have some of it
     out! I've been planning on writing it for awhile but never came
     around to it until recently. Other characters will appear in later
     chapters (a.k.a the ones I've tagged) as peers, faculty members, etc.
     but as far as this chapter goes only some characters are introduced.
     I'll update as frequently as possible and critiques are always
     welcome! Anything that helps improve my writing helps improve the
     story as well! (Also slight homophobic slurs are included within this
     chapter)
See the end of the work for more notes
The sky is a fading azure, like a pastel ocean that’s grasping at the moon to
pull over the bed spread of stars above the sea so the water can reflect the
magnificent darkness. In simpler terms, it’s dusk, my favorite time of the day.
There’s something nostalgic about twilight fading into dark night, I can’t
place my boney finger on it but it’s beautiful. I think that the mysteriousness
of this time of day is what intrigues me so much; no one knows why it feels
like an old childhood memory you’ve forgotten for so long, but suddenly
remember as you lay in a valley with clouds wavering above, and you say “Those
were some damn good times.”
    It was that fading azure time of day. It was when I felt more alive than I
ever was. Stadium lights flashed down against the brilliant green, fake grass,
and showered vibrance over high school students waiting for their army of bulky
young men to rush out from under the bleachers. The sky was alive with the sun,
just as I was once alive with the world. I remember it being abnormally cold
for a sunny day. The wind froze my skin making it feel like soulless porcelain
plastered on top of my bones. I remember not being very excited because the
bleachers felt like ice against my bottom, but I always enjoyed a good football
game from time to time.
      It was the last game of the season before playoffs so I figured I might
as well go just to represent the school spirit which not a lot of people in my
class had. I attempted leading the crowd in cheers and chants for our Scouts,
but even the cheerleaders weren’t feeling any pride. It was a pitiful game
because we were up against the undefeated Titans from Shiganshina Prep. We all
expected to lose, but I never expected to feel like second hand smoke carried
to the lungs of an unexpected victim tumbling towards cancerous addiction to
the culprit. The Titans completely demolished our team as predicted, but we at
least put up a fight (an incredibly small fight but still a fight).
              “You look bored, not enough men in tights for you?”
    Annie Leonhart: some call her a prick and others name her a genius gymnast.
She’s won more gymnastic and cheer awards than the number of freckles on my
once living face which is somewhere between one and twenty, I’ve lost count.
Not many people are well acquainted with her because she comes off cold and
full of secrets, like rows upon rows of red delicious apple trees filled with
the most gorgeous fruit you’ll ever see, but behind closed doors they’re all
rotten. No one’s figured out why she keeps to herself much, but once you break
her icy shell she seems encased in you’ve found yourself a trustworthy friend.
However she disliked me quite a lot, but was nice enough to say hi every now
and then.
    “I wouldn’t say bored, just slightly un-amused,” I replied as she laid down
her pom-poms, the sun blazed against her pulled back blonde hair like a prism
in midsummer, showering rainbows of golds and yellows into the world of blues
and greens and reds. “You, however, look fixated on being displeased with
everyone’s existence as usual.” She smiled that slightly-creepy-but-more-or-
less-friendly-in-a-sadistic-way smile that spoke for her thoughts of “You don’t
even know.” I miss that smile. She put her hands on her hips and rolled her
eyes, apparently annoyed by my existence as well, “See you later, gay lord.”
She giggled and walked back over to the other girls on the cheer team. They
scared me in a way, even though I now know that there are worse things in the
universe that I should have feared, but their perfect faces seemed to spell out
on their skin that their hearts are made of plastic. A good majority of them
weren’t the nicest to me. Being one of the only openly gay guys in my school,
most of them hopped on the “Be my gay best friend!” train and when I refused
they spread rumors about me giving half assed blowjobs.
    I sat quietly on the bleachers as the rest of the disappointed crowd moved
out of the stadium. I always liked to be last so that the crowd is gone, and
that day was a great day to be last. The stands were cleared so I started
heading out, the sun setting the sky on fire with magentas and purples to flirt
with the oncoming moon who won’t meet the sun again until the morning. I took a
few seconds to gaze at the celestial display but those seconds were too long.
                           “Hey, faggot! Nice ass!”
    The football team hollered. I rolled my eyes and turned around. Three
large, buff, incredibly sweaty and fiercely attractive men stood in front of
me. They smiled the Annie Leonhart smile, but with more masculinity and
brutality, like they were plotting my bizarre death. They reminded me of bulls:
strong and terrifying but their horns are bigger than their dicks will ever be.
One of them pushed me down. I’ve always wondered what it is with jocks pushing
gay men down, is it symbolism for us being lower than them? They laughed and
trudged away like I knew they would. My reasoning for believing they’d never
seriously injure me is because they’re most likely scared I’d give them a
surprise blowjob, and they’re afraid they’ll like it. I stand up, but I’m
stopped by another voice.
                                “Are you okay?”
End Notes
     Thank you very much for reading! Again, critiques are welcomed very
     much and I hope you enjoyed the story so far! (I'm sorry the ending
     is abrupt, I've been very lazy lately and forced myself to get the
     first chapter done so I could put it up haha).
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