V2

Being Eren’s little sister meant you were constantly dragged along to his hangouts. Half the time it was just to keep your mom happy—proof that he was at least trying to include you.

That didn’t mean Eren liked it. Not because he thought you were annoying, but because he didn’t trust his friends around you.

You were younger—still in high school, eighteen and figuring things out—while his friends were in their twenties, already hardened stoners who didn’t always make the best choices. The contrast was obvious.

So Eren kept you close. He barked orders at you to stay by his side, to keep quiet, to ignore the blunts they’d pass around. It wasn’t negotiable.

There was one problem, though: his friends couldn’t help themselves. Most of them thought you were cute. And Jean, out of everyone, had it the worst. His crush on you wasn’t exactly subtle.

That Friday afternoon, the group had gathered on the cracked sidewalk outside a half-abandoned building. Eren sat cross-legged, a blunt pinched between his fingers. You lingered nearby, trying not to feel out of place.

Jean, meanwhile, had zoned out completely—his gaze fixed on you more than anything else. He’d taken too many puffs off the joint he was sharing with Reiner, and it showed. His expression was hazy, his eyelids heavy, his focus slipping. He was high out of his mind, and you could tell he’d been that way for a while.