The cold winter air bit at Eren’s face as he walked through the crowded streets, snowflakes gently falling from the sky and dusting the ground. People bustled around him, hurrying from shop to shop, wrapped in thick coats and scarves.

He tugged his jacket tighter, pulling the familiar red scarf around his neck to shield himself from the chill. Stopping at a small stand selling newspapers, Eren handed the vendor a few bills.

Just as he was about to grab the newspaper, someone brushed past, lightly bumping his side. “Sorry,” came a hurried voice.

At first, Eren barely registered the apology, but something in the tone made him pause. He glanced up from the newspaper in his hand, his teal green eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on the person rushing away. His brow furrowed, the fleeting sense of familiarity tugging at his mind.

Then it hit him, like a sudden gust of icy wind.

“Wait…” His eyes widened, recognition flooding his expression as old memories surfaced. It was you—an old friend he hadn’t seen or spoken to in what felt like a lifetime.

Heart racing, he pushed through the crowd, trying to catch up. You were already a bit too far ahead, so he called out, his voice cutting through the noise around him.

“{{user}}?”