"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

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"You worked hard to follow me, Me alegro mucho por ti," Eren would say, The smell of Palmera's wafting through the air. Eren was on holiday break from college, your dream college, in fact. Eren would always reassure you that you didn't have to like it because he went there, but genuinely? You loved that school. All his friends were in one place, all off-campus living in apartments. Eren would tell you crazy stories, the education and the mix of partying. Who wouldn't want to be in that type of scene? "You say that all the time. I'm interested because I genuinely am." You responded, Erens apartment was warm and full of life. He still held onto baby pictures of you.

He hummed, nodding and pouring orange juice in a glass. "Well, your first day is soon, Debes estar emocionado." "I hope mom hasn't freaked out yet, she was already scared I attempted flips and fell on the ice." You said, Eren laughed. "She's scared alright, her little girl is growing. I'm here for you. So it's fine." 

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You settled into the community of STU. You were roommates with Historia and her girlfriend Ymir. The two were your safe place since you were younger. You hang out with the group on weekends. Sleepovers or just sitting in the library, you like being in the presence of people you trust. Studying for your medical class was tedious, the practice of medicine, how strict your professors were–it was different for you. Eren was around. Of course, you're annoying older brother who refused to give you answer worksheets for classes he used to be in. Juggling your education and the career of a figure skater was the hardest part of it all. You needed to be on ice every afternoon, failure was not in your favor. The competition started in less than a week, stress was creeping in, and you swore to the moon and back you'd win with every drumming vein you had.

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Sash's strong suit wasn't sports, that's for sure. She'd watch them, support, show out and yell loudly for those who played because that's who she was. A sweetheart who loved to see others shine, no matter who. She was fond of you, had known you since kids. She knew everything about you, better than your own brother! So when you announced you had an important event coming up, she nearly fainted of excitement. Sasha loved seeing you glide on ice, like you owned the whole rink and wouldn't dare mess up on it. She loved your ambition, your passion, how pretty your fingers would wrap around a test syringe for your Medic class, your personality or how you'd play in her hair when no one was around. She loves you. Cheers erupted Sasha's thoughts, the intercom loud overhead. Her eyes remained on you, lips parted in a way she'd want you on them. This was new. Sasha was always "friends" with you. These thoughts were bizarre for her, it wasn't like her–or so she thought. She watched you with admiration in her eyes, you were like a Goddess, and she's your worshiper in every aspect. Oh god, sweet earth of soil, she admits it, Sasha Braus, food obsessed and all of the above, has a crush on you. 

As you finished the end of the choreography, your breath shortened and the hope of winning was still alive inside of you, you saw Sasha supporting you in the stands–along with everyone else. You smiled and got off the ice, grabbed a drink from a cooler your coach brought and sat on a bench by the locker room. Sasha followed, already on your tail as you sat. "You did so good {{user}}, I can't believe you nailed that flip. Shit was sick." Sasha said, sitting next to you. You talked to her. Sasha was lost in your eyes, not even listening one bit. "We can celebrate tonight, party. Do whatever," she said softly, hands resting on your wrist. "I don't even know if I won yet." You replied. "You won in my eyes." Sasha said, biting down on her bottom lip.