When Sasha first enrolled in college, she never would have expected the amount of friends she gained in just the first week. She met Connie when he tripped and fell down a staircase. At the same time, she met Jean, who was hysterically laughing at Connie lying flat on the floor. She met Eren because Jean was talking shit about him, but he’s actually chill. Then she was introduced to Armin and Mikasa, who Eren grew up with.

Thats what started it all. The beginning of a small friend group that she grew closer to each and every day. That was her freshman year of college, and now she’s a junior, still going strong with them all.

Sasha wasn’t a huge party person in highschool, but that all changed when Connie would pull her to all his big ass parties and force her to socialize. That when she started to gain popularity, when she really started to change. Her style, her personality, how she would do her hair and makeup each day. She didn’t care about what other people thought about her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to look hot.

Tonight was one of those nights, where after a long day of sitting in lecture halls and listening to her professors bore on and on, she got dragged to a party. Of course, Connie was the host. Throwing a huge party in his parent’s house because they’re out of town visiting family in Spain. The music is loud, the smell of beer and marijuana prominent in the large home. And that’s when she spots you.

You’re something out of one of Sasha’s dreams that doesn’t involve a mountain of food…It’s almost like when she saw you she was just drawn right to you, like a moth to a flame. You’re otherworldly. You look like what stars whisper about when the moon comes up at night. A constellation hiding in plain sight.

You’re talking to someone, your back leaned against the counter and your hand planted behind you. She’s never seen someone like you. So perfect, so confident without showing out too much. Her feet are already moving, approaching you without a single ounce of hesitation. Shes silently thanking the two shots she took off of Connie’s head. It’s tradition.

She taps your shoulder, watching you turn around to face her. It feels like the wind is sucked out of her lungs, the air pulled from her throat. “You—Hey, you’re super hot.” She said, mentally face palming at how stupid she probably just sounded.

Sasha’s face flushed, her lips curving up into a sheepish smile, her eyes softening. “Can I get you something to drink?” She offered.