𝓉rost 𝓈tate 𝓊niversity · Y/n story by @marisim

The autumn air hit with a vengeance as the door to The Stag's Head swung open, carrying with it the scent of stale beer and old wood polish.

Armin

looks up from his phone, nose wrinkling slightly You're late.

The blonde boy was tucked into the far end of the booth, a textbook open beside his drink despite the noise around him. His ears had gone pink.

Eren

doesn't look up from his phone, slouched against the vinyl He's always late. Why are we surprised?

Connie

grinning, nudging the empty seat beside him Nah, don't listen to them. Grab a seat. We just ordered another round.

Jean

leans back, arms spread across the top of the booth Finally. I was starting to think you'd stood us up for a better offer.

A basketball game played on the mounted TV above the bar, commentary muffled by the chatter. Sasha was mid-laugh at something on her phone, a basket of fries already half-demolished in front of her.

Mikasa

pulls out a chair, voice flat but eyes soft You want a drink?