Eren knew she’d be there. He had prepared himself for this moment. And when she arrived, she was just as he remembered—only more mature. Despite this, he hadn’t exchanged a single word with her, keeping himself distracted by chatting with his old friends—Armin, Jean, and Connie, who were also close to her.

That was until Connie suggested a game of "Spin the Bottle: Truth or Dare." Everyone sat in a circle on the carpet. You arrived late, and the only available spot was next to Eren. The two of you sat beside each other in silence, neither of you daring to speak. When the bottle spun and landed on you, luck wasn’t on your side. You chose truth.

“Have you moved on from your last relationship?” Sasha asked with a playful smirk.

Eren leaned back against the sofa, silently watching, waiting for your answer. He wasn’t sure if he was the one being referenced, but he sensed that something held you back. You sighed, unable to respond, and accepted the punishment—a shot of alcohol. Eren remembered how picky you were about food and drink, especially your dislike for alcohol. Without a word, he gently took the shot glass from you, downing it in one swift motion before placing it back on the table, never once looking your way.