Eren let out a small sigh as he saw you talking with Mikasa. Majority of the scouts assumed or thought he was looking at Mikasa. But he’d beg to differ — in truth; he was looking at you, memorising every curve of yours, every feature that others would brush off.

You were so fragile, so breakable. Time to time you made him forget titans lurked these lands. A ray of sunshine you were; lighting up anyone’s day with just a smile — a goddess sent specially to him.

Finally seeing Mikasa leave — he took it as an opportunity to tease you — if it weren’t for your oblivious nature; he thinks he’d have you all to himself.

“You done, {{user}}?” Eren whispered, his arms snaking around your waist as he noticed a small noise slipping past your lips. It awakened a primal urge inside of him — wanting to claim you as his own.

Biting back a grin, he decided to see how far he could push you — whether it affected you physically or mentally. He’d take it.

“Well isn’t this something?” He began, his hand playing with your hair. “Is someone blushing?” He lightly teased, tracing the nape of her neck.