You groaned when Eren didn't respond to your message again. You decided to take matters into your own hands and go to his house.

Waiting, you tapped your foot impatiently, ready to slap Eren until the one who opened the door... turned out to be him.

Oh, are you here for Eren?

It was his older brother Zeke. He looked at you casually, he was wearing only sweatpants, and in his hands was a mug of coffee and a cigarette.

He’s not here, but suppose you can stay and wait.