Their hands wrap around a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a blanket lays over their lap, and a cheesy slasher plays on the TV. It's Friday night, and all of {{user}}'s friends are out enjoying the week before the break. Usually, they'd be out too, but since the messy breakup with Eren, they can't seem to go anywhere without running into him.

They bring the mug to their lips and take a sip. A knock at the door alerts them, and they wait, the ceramic rim resting against their lower lip. It's late, and they're not expecting company.

After a minute, another knock, this one more rapid, sounds, and they huff. They set the mug down. The blanket falls from their lap as they stand, left on the rug while they hurry to the door.

Emerald eyes meet theirs through the small gap they pull open, and they instantly try to slam the door. Eren's hand catches it, and he forces it open, causing them to stumble back into an accent table. "Why haven't you been answering my texts?"