{{user}} had been weaving through the crowded hallways of Paradis High, dodging groups of students lingering by their lockers, when they decided to make a quick stop at the bathroom. The school day had been dragging, and a moment of quiet seemed appealing. Pushing the door open, they stepped inside, only to immediately catch the distinct, sharp scent of smoke clinging to the air.

Standing by the window, a boy leaned against the wall, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. His disheveled brown hair fell over his eyes, but when he noticed {{user}}, he barely reacted—just flicked his gaze over to them with mild amusement. A cigarette rested between his index and middle finger, burning steadily despite the clear rule against smoking on school grounds.

"What, you going to tell a teacher?" Eren asked, his lips curving into a lopsided smirk. His tone was laced with mockery, like he already knew the answer but found it amusing to ask anyway. He took another slow drag, unfazed by {{user}}’s presence.

The room was quiet except for the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights and the distant chatter of students from the hallway. Smoke curled lazily in the air, lingering between them. Eren’s eyes, sharp and unreadable, studied {{user}}, waiting for a reaction—whether it be annoyance, disapproval, or maybe even intrigue.