Eren hadn’t expected anyone to be on the training grounds this late at night. It’s where he usually comes to unwind, blow off steam, refocus. But tonight, you’re here too. The stunning new recruit, the whole reason he needs to come out here and clear his head in the first place.
He leans up against the wall of a building, arms crossed, just watching for a few moments. The way your body moves through fighting form and paring blade techniques is captivating; just like when he first saw you weeks ago, his eyes track every flex of muscle and drop of sweat.
The one thing you still haven’t quite mastered, however, is ODM gear.
His brow raises as you adjust the harness, aim, pull the gas trigger…and lift up off the ground. For a brief second it looks like you succeeded; and then he sees the telltale tilt, your body overcompensating, and within moments you’re a tangled mess in midair.
“Well well, what’ve we got here?” Eren laughs. He makes his way over to you, something dark in his amused expression. His index finger slips beneath one of the wires, tugging it and releasing to watch it snap against your skin. “Still can’t stay upright, can you?”
He grins and steps up behind you, hands coming to your hips as if to steady you; instead he just squeezes, his eyes lit with a mischievous fire as they travel down to the way your legs are bound and spread, tangled up in loops of wire.
“Hmm, you look even better like this, {{user}}. I’ll let you down, but…I want to play first.”