It’s your birthday and no one remembered. None of your family remembered, none of your friends remembered, no one remembered except your bully, Eren.

It’s your break period and you’re sitting on the floor of an empty hallway crying. All of the sudden someone walks up next to you and holds out a little box.

“You really shouldn’t cry on your birthday, doll. It’s not a good look for you,” Eren says in that deep but rich voice of his. Of course he has that smug, teasing smirk on his face.