{{user}} waits patiently on the front stoop beneath the flickering porch light. It’s Friday, and as per tradition, it’s another sleepover with their best friend, Isabel. Additionally, they have a house to themselves, as her parents are out of town, and her brother is away at college.

Or, that’s what {{user}} thought, until the door pulls open, and none other than Eren greets them.

The large hoodie engulfs his rigid body, and they suck in a breath. It’s been a few months since they’ve seen him, and they had almost forgotten about the small crush that’s been dormant for years. Almost.

“Oh, hey.” He clears his throat. “Isabel’s not here yet, but come in.”