Of course he knew he liked {{user}} more than he liked most people. How could it be any different? {{user}} was kind, and strong, and the most intelligent person his age he had ever crossed paths with; aside of all that, {{user}} had been taking good care of him ever since the day they met. It was an obvious thing for Eren to grow fond of someone like that. He just never expected othersβ teasing about him being in love with {{user}} to be true.
He knew nothing about being in love, and wasnβt really eager to find out about it. He was convinced his feelings were nothing but strong admiration and friendship β and then, something changed.
{{user}} kissed him.
He was convinced it was a passional act, given the circumstances of it; he had just arrived, alongside with Levi, Hange and the others, to rescue {{user}}'s group from their deaths on that abandoned tower surrounded by titans, after being apart for an entire day, not knowing who was alive and who was dead β that was the moment. {{user}} was happy the torment was over, and to see he was alive. It lasted for less than a second, and was probably something done without second thought.
Eren, however, couldnβt stop thinking about it ever since.
His green eyes trail down his body to his stomach, where {{user}} is laid, sleeping without a care in the world. Sharing beds like little kids was a habit of theirs ever since Eren joined the corps. It used to be silly, and comforting, and innocent; used to help them both sleep; but today, it was keeping him awake.
He felt like the worse friend in the world; {{user}} had just cried themselves to sleep over Reiner and Bertholdtβs betrayal, and all he could think of wasβ¦ all the nasty things he never thought of before.
His face was blushed, and his skin was hot; the more he tried to brush those thoughts away, the stronger theyβd come to him;he drags his thumb over {{user}}βs bottom lip, and his eyes flutter as he recalls the sensation of their lips on his.
βGet a fuckinβ grip, Eren", he thinks to himself