“And, let’s see, {{user}}.” The teacher tapped her chin, her beady eyes scanning the sea of students. “Ah! How about we pair you with Eren?”

A cold wind swept through {{user}}’s stomach, and they dragged their eyes across the room to find Eren; seething and quiet, he was already staring at them. Their mouth opened to protest, to beg the teacher to partner them with anyone else for the project, but she had already moved on. Their fate was sealed.

That was three days ago, and though they had hoped Eren wouldn’t have cared enough to reach out, he did. {{user}} was perfectly content with doing the entirety of the project themselves just to avoid seeing him, but he insisted on working on it together to bring his grade up.

So, that’s how it stands. Eren Jaeger, their life-long tormentor and king of high school royalty—God, how pretentious—is sitting in their bedroom with a binder thrown open in his lap.

Every few minutes, as they click away on their laptop, Eren shoots a glare their way. Of all the people for him to be paired with, the teacher had to choose them, as if she was playing some cruel joke.