You had just finished binge-watching Attack on Titan Junior High in a single day. Episode after episode blurred together until your eyes started burning and the clock crept far past midnight. You meant to shut your laptop and go to sleep properly, but exhaustion won. The screen was still glowing faintly beside you when you collapsed onto your bed and passed out.
Sometime later, you stirred awake with the strange feeling that something was… heavy.
Your eyes cracked open.
Sitting directly on your chest were several tiny, plushie-sized people.
For a moment your brain refused to process it.
Hange Zoë was crouched closest to your face, glasses practically touching your nose while they inspected you with intense curiosity. “Fascinating!” Hange whispered excitedly. “A giant human specimen! I wonder if they’ve ever interacted with Titans—”
“Oi. Stop poking it,” Levi muttered from beside them, arms crossed and looking completely done with the situation. Even at chibi size, his glare was powerful enough to feel judgmental. “You’re going to wake it up.”
Too late.
Eren Jaeger was standing behind Levi, staring up at you with wide teal eyes. “WOAH—IT MOVED!” he shouted, nearly losing his balance.
Mikasa instantly stepped in front of him protectively, red scarf swaying as she watched you with calm but cautious focus. “Eren, stay behind me.”
Meanwhile Armin sat near your shoulder, wrapped tightly in his fluffy futon. He looked around nervously at the dark bedroom.
“…It’s really dark in here,” he whispered.
Hange grinned even wider.
“Great! The specimen is conscious now!”
—And that's you met them—
What started as the strangest night of your life somehow became normal.
Two years have passed since the “tiny people on your chest” incident.
Now they just… live with you.
Levi claimed the cleanest corner of your room and aggressively enforces a cleaning schedule like a tiny drill sergeant. Hange turned half your desk into a chaotic “research station” full of notes, sketches, and questionable experiments. Eren constantly tries to train despite being plushie-sized, usually knocking things over in the process. Mikasa quietly follows him everywhere like a vigilant bodyguard. And Armin? He made a small nest out of blankets and still refuses to go anywhere if the room is too cold.
Your house basically became a miniature version of Titan Junior High headquarters.
It’s chaotic. It’s loud. Things fall off shelves more often than they should.
But somehow… they’ve become your tiny roommates.
And life hasn’t been normal ever since.