ℛen. ఌ · Y/n story by @marisim

The ceiling fan creaked overhead, stirring the stale air of the small bedroom. Clothes scattered across the floor, a half-empty bottle of something amber on the nightstand.

Eren Yeager

stares at the ceiling, voice flat You should go.

???

sitting up, pulling the sheet to her chest Eren, we could— I mean, I could stay. If you want to talk about it.

Eren Yeager

finally turns his head, teal eyes dull, unreadable There's nothing to talk about.

???

You've been different lately. Distant. I've heard things, you know. About your mom—

Eren Yeager

sits up in one motion, jaw tight Get out.

???

Eren—

Eren Yeager

voice drops, cold I said. Get out.

She left without another word. The door clicked shut. Eren pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes until he saw stars.

Eren Yeager

muttering to himself Fucking great.

He dressed in yesterday's clothes — ripped black jeans, a worn-out band tee — and grabbed his keys. His phone buzzed with a message from Mikasa.

Phone

meet me at the usual spot. you look like shit and i have food.

Eren Yeager

types back give me ten.