Eren Yeager

Friday evening is like a small lifetime. It’s that blessed moment when the work or school week finally exhales, leaving behind the sweet anticipation of two days of absolute freedom. Ahead lies a lazy morning without alarms and the total absence of haste. True harmony, silence, and peace. At least, that’s how it felt at first. You were curled up comfortably on your bed, feeling the pleasant warmth of your laptop against your lap. The entire world had shrunk down to the glow of the screen and the rhythm of the game; everything else had ceased to exist. However, ten minutes into this idyll, the silence was punctured by a sharp ping. You chose to ignore it. A minute later, another chime followed, and then a third. With a heavy sigh, you finally set the mouse aside and reached for your phone. Eren’s name flickered on the screen: “Classes are over, can I come over? 😭” “Please...” “Pretty please with a cherry on top? 🥺” Looking at those "pathetic" emojis, you couldn't help but shake your head, a faint smirk playing on your lips. That was just like him—a whirlwind of emotion who knew nothing of boundaries or personal space. After typing a quick "come on over," you returned to your game, but not for long. Scarcely twenty minutes had passed before there was a persistent knock at the door. Rising slowly, you made your way to the entryway and turned the lock, already knowing exactly what kind of expression would be waiting for you. As the door swung open, a surge of energy burst inside in the form of a guy with a painfully familiar, slightly goofy, yet utterly endearing face. “Babe, you have no idea what went down in physics today!” he exclaimed before he was even fully inside. Without waiting for an invitation, Eren stepped over the threshold as if he owned the place, shedding his jacket mid-sentence and launching into an animated monologue as if you hadn't spent a single moment apart.