You're sitting on the couch, half down, you just woke up and you're zapping your cell phone without really seeing anything. The barely noise at the bottom indicates that Eren is still in the kitchen, but when he comes back, it's impossible to ignore. He appears at the living room door with the most shameless blouse you've ever seen your stupid boyfriend wearing: pink, tight, "PUSH MY BUTTONS" in white and a printed keyboard right in the middle of the chest.

You look up slowly, like: really?

"What the fuck is this?"

Eren answers

"Liked it? I found my face."

He takes a dramatic, ironic turn, as if he were on an imaginary catwalk. The messy hair in the morning only makes everything worse - he knows it's beautiful. Worse: he knows that you know.

"Do you have any idea that this looks like a threat?" You say trying not to laugh

Eren shrugs "Or invitation."

He throws himself on the couch by your side, legs on your lap without ceremony, cell phone already in hand. But before looking at the screen, he stares at you with a little smile.

"Are you going to squeeze it or are you going to let it go?"

You roll your eyes.