Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin.

Mikasa sat high on the cold metal bleachers as she patiently waited for the Trost's lacrosse team to come trotting out the field. It was a cold and wet evening, and since the raven haired girl was pleaded to watch tonight's practice by a particular brunet, she found herself sitting on damp bleachers sipping on lukewarm coffee. Eren was recently promoted to team co-captain alongside Reiner and eager to show off to his girlfriend, he begged her all day to watch. She eventually agreed, admiring how passionate he was when it came to lacrosse.

The school doors pried open, and out came the team. Reiner and Eren led the line carrying two large duffel bags. Eren met Mikasa's eyes and called out to her.

"Hey Mikasa!" He beamed, glad to see her. His free arm was flailing and she smiled, sheepishly waving back. The field's lights suddenly switched on, illuminating the spacious field.

The team came out in the orderliness of their current game positions.

Eren leading the midfielders, Armin and Connie.

Reiner with the attack men, Jean and Franz.

Marco leading the defence men, Thomas and their newest player, Jackson.

Bertholdt was their goalie, because of his intimidating height of 6'3. People often describe him as a wall, since his towering stature and strength saved the team on multiple occasions from attempted goals made by their opponents. Lastly their coach, Farlan Church, sauntered behind them, making sure they retrieved all their equipment.

"Alright, I want you all to double-check your gear and sticks and then begin warm up." He ordered and they immediately followed. Mikasa idly watched as they all tightened the straps of their paddings and helmets. They intensively listened to their coach, as he explained their new game plan they will be playing out for following week's game.

"We will be focusing more on the offensive play. There as been minor setbacks during plays, especially when the other team does Zone. The midfielders and attackmen are too cluttered. In other words, we will be doing 2-3-1, again."

Their coach continually went over the new game play. Eren side glanced at Mikasa, knowing she would be staring at him at the very moment, he winked at her. She felt the blood rush up in her cheeks, and subconsciously buried her nose into her crimson scarf. Armin and Jean witnessed the small gesture and both peered up towards Mikasa, who didn't appear to notice their nosy eyes. Her attention was still gazed towards Eren.

"Tch, stupid lovebirds." Jean silently glowered, followed by an intense glare from Eren.

"Shut up, pony shit." He hissed. The two locked eyes with anger intensely burning off one another. Mikasa worryingly glanced at him, but he merely shrugged it off.

"Both of you keep quiet, coach is still ta-" Armin started but was abruptly cut off by Farlan.

"What was that, Mr. Arlert?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing." The blond stuttered in response.

"Then keep quiet."

Armin blushed and turned his gaze over to Eren and Jean, mouthing "I hate you guys."

After Farlan's overview of their team's current game status, they commenced warm up. The boys ran around the field doing 3 laps. Each lap was a kilometer long. Some kept pace and were right infont, including Eren. Some gave up during half of it and slacked off to the back, jogging beside their teammates. They ran their usual training regiment. First was stick and body checking. The set up deffenders, and they had to try steal the ball using both legal body and stick checks. Marco and Thomas stood strongly and seemed to be unaffected by the checks. Jackson, on the other hand went crumbling to the ground every time.

"Its okay Jackson, I'll go easy on you." Jean taunted at the sweaty nervous boy, who seemed like he was going to collapse at any moment.

"Be nice Kirstein!" Reiner barked, unamused by Jean's sarcastic and threatening tone.

"Whatever." He then proceeded to have Jackson laying on his back in pain, aggressively tackling him down more forcefully than intended.

"KIRSTEIN! THAT WAS AN ILLEGAL BODY CHECK, IDIOT!" Eren boomed, storming towards Jackson. He adverted to the aching boy, telling him to take a break. He then turned to yell at Kirstein, when he saw coach already chastising him. The smug expression was completely wiped off his face, when Farlan threatened to kick him off the team if he did something idiotic like that again.

After the hefty defence and attacking drills, they started on basic passing and catching drills. The last exercise was more laid back, requiring someone to throw the ball high up into the air, and the closest person to the ball was to run and catch it using their sticks. Eren would occasionally peek towards Mikasa and flashed a grin at her whenever he caught her gazing at him. She would bury her face more into her scarf to conceal the blush that was forming along her pale cheeks. The drill went on for 10 minutes, and it was Jean's turn to throw the ball. He smirked at them, eyeing closely a certain blond. In a pathetic attempt of flirtation, Jean threw the ball sky-high towards Armin's direction. The poor blond looked up, to see it rocketing down towards the enormous gap between him and Eren. He reluctantly began to run, his stick up ready to catch the ball. Eren happened to be foolishly inattentive at this moment, had he not had his attention glued on Mikasa, would he have been aware of the boy running off towards him. Armin ran for the ball that was soaring mid-air, fixated at it and not knowing Eren was distractedly standing infront of him.

Connie immediately took notice and tried to warn him. "Eren! Watch ou-"

Armin accelerated faster and faster, until the two crashed and violently hit the ground. Eren's wasn't so lucky, as the oppressing weight of Armin's body worsen the impact, and he so happened to hit the ground first. He landed on his right arm, and a deafening crack was audible. The air was knock out of his body and he panted.

"EREN!", Armin struggled off of Eren, desperately trying to ignore the aching pain forming on his right side. Everyone gathered around them in shock, and helped Armin up. Eren was laying face up, grasping his arm. His eyes swelled up with tears and he gritted his teeth. "Eren are you okay?" Armin was frantic.

"Mm okay.", Eren's voice muffled through his clenched jaw. A dull pain violently throbbed on his right arm. The pain ripped through his mind, and he wasn't able to think straight let alone breathe. Farlan made his was through the small crowd that was circling around them.

"Out of the way!", He demanded, shoving Armin aside. He tried to gently lifted Eren into a sitting position, but he simply cried out in pain from any simple movement. He studied the arm, which was bent at a slight angle.

"Bone fracture." He said firmly. "Someone get the firs-"

"EREN!" Their heads turned to see Mikasa frantically bolting across the field. She squeezed through the crowd, and before she was able to be within arm's reach of Eren, she was pushed back by Farlan.

"Give him some space."

"But!-" She began to protest, but Farlan insisted. "He needs to breathe. The air was knocked out of him and people cluttering around him won't help."

Armin held Mikasa's arm to both comfort and refrain her. They watched helplessly as Farlan began wrapping the arm with athletic tape. He accidentaly moved the arm half an inch and Eren cried out in agony. Armin felt the girl he was holding onto flinch and tensed up.

"I need a big sweater or jersey."

Bertholdt quickly unzipped his sweater and handed it to Farlan. He began to make a makeshift sling to stabilize the fracture. When he was done, he stood up and called an ambulance. Eren's breathing finally eased, though it was heavy. Farlan instructed the team to clean up, dismissing them for tonight.

"Practice this Friday." He called to the crowd who were now muttering conversations beneath their breaths.

"Damn dude. Hope Eren is okay." Connie muttered. Reiner nodded, "He won't play for a long time though." Eren contributed more than 30% of their scoring goals per game, even if he was just a midfielder. They would be greatly affected if they lost him before play-off's.

Mikasa kneeled beside Eren, her hands rapidly shaking.

"You're okay Eren, I'm here." Her voice came out shaky, but calm and she desperately tried to calm her hands. The brunet looked up and forced a small smile.

" 'm sorry." He mumbled, loosely gripping Mikasa's hand with his left. She let out a tiny laugh.

"For what?"

"I was suppose to make you proud." He frowned. He genuinely was upset for making a fool of himself. Also because of the fact that he won't be able to play now. He never felt so ashamed and humiliated. To have his own girlfriend watch was even more humiliating.

They listened to the faint noise of the sirens of the ambulance and waited, locking hands. Her hand ran through his hair, and his face was damp from his own tears.

Mikasa looked down, to see the hurt expression on his face. Her heart broke at the sight of the self-disappointment that dwelled in his eyes. Her eyes softened and gripping his hand she whispered, "I will always be proud of you. No matter what."

A/N: I did a shitload of research on lacrosse that I could actually play the game. Thanks for reading and reviews/favs would be appreciated. I will do my best to update at least once a week. Until next time..byee.

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