As we stand in my cramped bedroom, I walk over to my drawer and get out a white ribbon which I lace around the bun I've created with my hair. 

"Y'know, (Y/N), you really look beautiful tonight. If Eren can't see that...that's his loss," He grins. 

"Thank you, Jean. I hope everything goes well with Mikasa..." I say as he wanders to my desk. He looks at my notebook, and opens it, only revealing a front and back page and a spiral binder to hold together pages that weren't there. 

"Where are the pages?" He looks confused. Jean then reaches at the pile of scrunched up balls, and opens one , showing a picture I drew of Eren's titan form. "You weren't lying when you said you liked his titan form," He chuckles, holding it over his head as I tried to get it out of his grip. He then began opening others, looking at the eyes, faces, and sketchings I drew of Eren. 

"I...I really like him okay?" I say blushing. 

"No shit," He laughs, looking over at the drawings. I hear a knock at the door, and I waddle over to open it. In front of me in suits and ties stand Reiner and Bertholdt. 

"You ready to go yet guys?" Bertholdt asks. 

"Yeah, but come look at these," Jean replies, his eyes not looking up from my art. 

Reiner and Bertholdt travel through my room and gaze across my desk. I turn peach and look down the hallway, noticing Ymir, Christa and Mikasa walking up to me. 

"Hey, (Y/N)," Mikasa smiles wearing a short black dress, accessorised with her red scarf and red flowers in her long, shining, black hair. 

"Hi," I smile, blocking the entrance of my bedroom with my arm. 

"Mikasa," Jean says walking over. His eyes widen and a blush creeps onto his cheeks. "You look...beautiful," He says. 

"Thank you, Jean," She turns almost as red as her scarf.

"Christa..." Reiner looks over to the blonde wearing a blue dress and bow in her hair. "You look stunning," He breathes in deeply. 

Ymir walks past me and into my room to Bertholdt and begins to look at my art. I rush over and block the desk with my arms. 

"The exhibition is over!" I say, shoving paper to the back of the desk. 

Everyone walks over and begins to look. 

"Is this Eren?" Mikasa asks, sounding irritated. 

"It's supposed to be, okay? Now can we go?" I say, not wanting to cry and make my mascara run. 

We walk down the hall as a group, and stop at Armin and Eren's bedroom to pick them up. 

"I will tell her, okay Armin?" I hear Eren yell in his usual tone behind the door. He opens the door and sees us in surprise, probably hoping we didn't hear him. He is dressed in a white dress shirt and vest, a blazer covering him. His hair is brushed as I have grown to it, and a top hat sits neatly on it. He is wearing white gloves and a pained expression as he sees my face. "Mikasa," He looks over to the raven haired girl.

"Yes Eren?" She asks, her voice light. 

"I love you!" He says, embracing her in a tight hug.