It’s late at night, but all the girls are still huddled together and talking. Sure, we should probably be resting up for another day of hell, but right now there were more important things to do –like comforting and ranting to each other.
“Gosh I can’t stand those guys!” Sasha bursts out. “Do you know what Jean said to me today? He told me that if I like eating so much, I should learn how to cook and make him a sandwich.” She stamps her foot angrily, making the girls murmur in sympathy.
“I know what you mean. They think they’re so tough and better than us, especially during training. It’s disgusting!” Mina pipes up, her face livid.
“I think it’s time we teach them a lesson.” Now it’s your turn to speak up. Everyone turns to you, giving you their complete attention.
“Go on ____, what’s your idea?” Ymir challenges.
“The guys think they’re better than us. So why don’t we show them what a real prank looks like?” You pause, looking at all the girls. “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the guys had no clothes to change into tomorrow, except their pajamas? Then they’d have to wear them all day long.”
“If they even wear pajamas in the first place!” Someone shouts out, making all the girls shriek with laughter and disgust.
“Shhhh!” Mikasa quiets them. “Ok, what’s the plan?” She asks.
You smile broadly. "Tomorrow during dinner, we sneak into their bunks and take all their clothes, leaving only their pajamas.” You say, growing more and more excited at the idea.
“No, it won’t work.” Annie says, speaking for the first time. “The guys are idiots but they’re not that unobservant. They’ll notice if everything’s gone.”
“I didn’t think of that...” You say disappointingly, your enthusiasm fading away.
“But at the same time, they’re not that smart either.” Annie pauses, something gleaming in her eyes. You perk up, looking at her eagerly.
“We’ll replace their clothes with girl clothes. By the time they notice, it’ll be too late, and they’ll have to either show up wearing a dress or their pajamas.” You look at her in amazement. "Geez Annie, I didn’t know you were so devious.” Annie shrugs, although she can’t quite hide the pleased expression on her face.
“So who’s gonna contribute their dresses?” Immediately all the girls look down and away. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Just ‘donate’ your ugliest and least worn dress.”
“Alright, fine ____. But this better work.” Everyone steps forward and places their dress in a pile.
“So who’s coming with me?” You demand, looking around.
“Not me! I actually want to eat tomorrow!” Sasha says with a pained expression. “I’m starving!”
No one else volunteers.
“I guess I’ll do it myself then. But someone better save me dinner!”
It’s dinner time. Everyone’s gathered in the dining hall, eating and relaxing after a long day of training.
Everyone except for you, that is. The girls had promised that they’d distract the boys for as long as possible, so you should be OK. You sneak past the dining hall, trying to be stealthy.
You enter the boys’ bunk and wrinkle your nose. Did the guys have a pillow fight or something? There were loose articles and pillows thrown everywhere, and except for a few bunks, they were all unmade.
First things first. You tiptoe over to their drawer and dump out all the contents. You quickly place the folded dresses into the drawer, arranging them so they looked like regular clothes. Hopefully they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference until it was too late. You quickly stuff all the boy’s clothes into the bag and shut the drawer.
Then you make your way through the room, gingerly picking clothes and throwing them into the bag, gagging. Everyone’s gonna owe me big time. You grumble, holding your breath and pinching a pair of boxers between your fingers, keeping them as far away from your body as possible. Sasha better save me some first-rate dinner.
Finally you’re finished and you sigh, making your way back to the door.
Thump. You freeze, blood turning to ice. It’s the telltale sound of footsteps, right outside the door. You look around wildly for a window, but they’re all shut and you won’t have time to pry it open and escape.
That only leaves one option.
You jump into the nearest bed and pull the covers over your head, just as someone enters the room. You lay perfectly still, pressing yourself as deep into the mattress as humanly possible and hardly breathing, although you’re certain your pounding heartbeat was gong to give you away.
Whoever’s in the room; they walk around a bit. You break out into a sweat, practically dying under the smothering blankets. What are you doing in here, taking an evening stroll? Just hurry up and leave already!
The footsteps stop for a moment. You slowly exhale, shifting slightly. Just a few more minute and you’d be home-free.
Unfortunately, you’re not that lucky.
Whoever’s in the room, they decide to collapse on a bed. More specifically, they decide to collapse on the bed that you were currently occupying. And they’re heavy.
“Shit!” You cry out, twisting wildly and tumbling off the bed. The person also gives a shout and jumps out like they’ve been burnt. You rub your rear, wincing and slowly standing up.
“_____? What are you doing here?” You look up at Reiner’s shocked face, tittering nervously.
“Umm…waiting for you?” You give him a bright smile. Reiner snorts, obviously not buying it.
“No, wait, I was waiting for…Armin! I was waiting for Armin!” You blurt out the first name that comes to your mind.
Reiner’s eyebrows scrunch up. “You were waiting for Armin in my bed?”
“Yes?” Reiner rolls his eyes. “You have exactly 3 seconds.” He says, cracking his knuckles threateningly. “I’ll never talk!” You say, standing tall and staring at him defiantly.
Reiner raises his eyebrows and leans over to you. You flinch, backing into a wall. He closes in, grinning wickedly. You close your eyes tight, treasuring the last few seconds of your life.
He reaches out to you…and starts tickling you.
“Stop…stop it Reiner! Stop!!” You shriek, thrashing around and trying to escape from his fingers. He tickles you even more, clearing enjoying himself. You burst into laughter; your giggles mixing with his deep laugh, and fall to the ground, curling up into a ball to hide yourself from his merciless fingers.
“Ok, ok! I’ll talk!” You gasp out, holding up your hands in defeat.
“Good.” Reiner leans back, also breathless and still grinning like a maniac. “So what were you doing here?”
“The girls and I wanted to pull a prank on you guys, to teach you a lesson about being sexist.”
“What were you planning to do?” He asks curiously.
“We were going to take all your clothes, except for your pajamas, and replace them with dresses. Then tomorrow you’d have to show up in either pajamas or dresses.” Reiner stares at you for a moment and you fidget, unable to read his expression.
Then Reiner bursts into laughter. He clutches his stomach, howling and wiping away the tears in his eyes. You look at him, also chuckling uneasily. Do guys usually react like this…?
“Oh man, sorry. I was just thinking what everyone’s reaction would’ve been.” Reiner gasps and chokes, trying to speak clearly.“This is too good. Ok, I’ll keep quiet about this, and I’ll even try and keep the guys from noticing, alright?” Your face lights up, thrilled by his offer.
“Not so fast.” Reiner holds up his hands. “You have to leave my clothes here, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to show up tomorrow with nothing on.” You groan; a mental image of a naked Reiner had just popped into your head -something you really didn’t need.
“Ok, fine.” You open the bag, dumping out the clothes. Reiner picks through the pile, eventually extracting his own clothes. He helps you stuff everything back into the bag and sling it over your shoulder as you start walking towards the door.
“Oh, and one more thing.” You stop and turn around, looking at Reiner questioningly.“You also have to go on a date with me.” Your jaw drops. “That wasn’t part of the deal!” You stutter out, feeling your face heat up.
“Too bad, it is now.” Reiner grins cockily. “This Saturday, 1:00. I’ll meet you outside the girls’ dorm.” He smiles triumphantly and closes the door before you can say anything else.
You trudge back to the girls’ dorm. Some of the girls see you and help carry the bag in.
“So what happened?” They ask, eager to hear the details.
“Well, Reiner caught me because someone didn’t keep the guys distracted!” You glare at them and they all look down at their feet, ashamed.
Then you break out into a huge smile. “But I got a date with him, so I guess it worked out.” The girls stare at you, eyes open wide. In instant they’re surrounding you, shrieking incoherently and piling you with hugs and questions.
The rest of the guys are walking back to their bunks when they hear high pitched squeals coming from the girls’ bunks.
“What was that?” Connie asks, frowning at the noise.
“Whatever, they probably just saw a mouse or something.” Jean says dismissively, making everyone laugh.
The next day, the girls stand in a group, trying their hardest to keep a straight face.
Eren’s in his pajamas and glowering at anyone who so much as glanced at him.
Connie’s in nothing but his boxers.
Bertholdt’s in a dress that’s obviously too short for him, because he’s slouched to almost half his height and sweating even more than usual.
But best of all; Jean’s wearing a hot pink skirt.
“Who the hell did this?” He demands. You snicker. It's impossible to take Jean seriously, especially since you can see his boxers peeking out from under the skirt, making a very interesting fashion statement. Shardis walks by and does a double take. He opens his mouth, and then closes it, obviously knowing better than to ask.
“I don’t even want to know.” He mutters, continuing past him. “Good luck using 3DMG though.” Jean groans, making the girls almost lose their composure.
Reiner shows up, wearing his military uniform. “Hey Jean, pink’s a really good colour on you, you should wear it more often.” He grins, giving Jean a hearty slap on the back.
He turns and winks at you. “Remember _____; Saturday at 1:00.”