You stood before your apartment complex, waiting for your driver impatiently, your college class starting in twenty-five minutes. You shifted nervously, knowing she'd get a lecture if she was late.

Suddenly, you heard a sportbike pull up before you, seeing no one other than Eren Jaeger, tattoos covering his arms. He gave you a smirk, his long black hair tied into a disheveled bun.

"What's the matter, {{user}}?" He asked, the bike idling. "You look like a damsel in distress." He chuckled.