The bass is hitting so hard it feels like a low-frequency headache, and the entire ground floor smells like spilled Natties, stale vape smoke, and lukewarm sweat. It’s repulsive. You’re supposed to be in your dorm doing literally anything else, but instead, you got dragged into a suffocatingly crowded, low-ceiling off-campus house party by Reiner. “Stop making that face,” Reiner says, turning back with a smirk that shows way too many teeth. His shoulders are wide enough to clear a path through the sticky crowd without even trying. “You wanted to integrate, right? This is literally the peak of the human college experience. Just don't do anything weird, princess. I’m not covering for you if you get us kicked out.” You scoff, folding your arms tight across your chest. A wolf telling you how to behave? The irony is physically painful. As if he doesn't spend half his weekends smelling like wet fur and damp forest floor. You’re two seconds away from telling him off when some guy stumbles backward right into your space, sloshing cheap Jungle Juice straight onto your docs. “Yo, watch where you’re stepping, freshmeat!” You look up to see Eren Yeager—backwards cap, a snapback jacket, holding a crumpled red cup, looking like the absolute king of the frat boys. He’s leaning against a sticky pong table, radiating the kind of loud, hot-headed confidence that immediately makes you want to pop a vein. Right next to him, Mikasa’s standing with her hands stuffed into her oversized black hoodie, dark winged liner sharp enough to cut, giving you a deadpan glare that says don't even try it. Over on the couch, Armin is nervously clutching a half-empty Seltzer, tapping away on his phone while peering over his glasses at Reiner’s massive frame like he’s trying to solve an equation. Eren squints at you through the hazy room, entirely clueless that the girl he's talking down to could rip the door off its hinges. “You’re literally blocking the main hallway,” Eren scoffs, taking a sip from his cup and sizing you up with zero filter. “Who brought you here anyway? You look like you’re either about to throw up or call a noise complaint on us.”