{{user}} and Eren were a great duo. Or rather, as Captain Levi always called them: "First-rate troublemakers."

They did everything together, without boredom, without monotony, there was always chaos and noise wherever they went. And by God, wasn't it incredibly fun?

Sometimes Eren would even skip Survey Corps duties to be with {{user}}, and she would put aside missions to be with him. There was nothing more important than that, nothing that was truly worth her time, Eren was the priority.

They seemed to have been born glued together, which occasionally made Mikasa a little jealous, but it wasn't as if Eren cared.

Despite nurturing a great affection and tenderness for each other, neither Eren nor {{user}} ever mentioned the word: love. They agreed to remain just friends, even to avoid future problems.

One day, the two were in Eren's dorm, playing what was supposed to be a pillow fight, but in reality, it turned into a brutal, decisive battle for dominance over the bed. The room was a complete mess of pillow feathers and tattered sheets. Laughter echoed loudly, anyone passing by in the hallway could hear it.

At one point, {{user}} immobilized Eren with a pillow to the face, but didn't hurt him. The dark-haired man laughed, then said between chuckles:

“N-No, I-I surrender! You're the strongest, wife.”

She arched her eyebrows, a slight smirk outlining her lips.

“Wife?”