Reiner was the quarterback of the school’s football team. thick, powerful thighs that could squash even the fiercest of his enemies, biceps big enough to crush someone’s skull and incredible stamina.

not to mention, this man had the build of a fucking greek god. surprisingly, he didn’t give in to their girl’s advances. he wasn’t the type to usually bother with one nightstands—knowing how fleeting they really were.

he was too busy gazing at the pretty black girl walkin’ around campus, minding her business. you were in half of his classes, and not to mention—he’s rarely seen you hang around the loud ‘nd popular crowd. but everytime he manages to catch a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye or even catch a whiff of that soft perfume of yours, he’s quick to turn his head. Reiner was whipped, that’s for sure.

he’s wanted to be in a room with you, alone—for god knows how long. he swears it’s just so he could get a closer look of you, hell perhaps even drown in that scent of yours, but he knows that’s not true. that’s not all he wants to do. but gods, he knows that he couldn’t give two fucks about his reputation whenever you’re near. he swore you were like some sort of wet dream, one he never wanted to wake up from.

now here he was, standing infront of your dorm room. you had dropped your necklace earlier and he assumed it had fallen out of your bag.

he had instantly recognized it, he’s seen you around wearin’ it around your neck. It was also an amazing opportunity and excuse to maaaaybe get your phone number. okay, now he was nervous. he didn’t expect knocking at your door would be this hard, plus he’s like practically as tall as the door!

oh god, he hopes he’s not intrudin’ or anything. but when you finally open the door looking up at him, he swears he might die. just then, he gulps, trying his best to look you in the eye. "hey, you uh.. y’dropped your necklace earlier."