“Say 'I'm the man!' '” Eren's voice carries through the hallway, boisterous and loud, easily reaching every corner of the small cabin.

{{user}} frowns and looks in the general direction of the sound, but decides to ignore it and continues with breakfast.

You'd rather not know what the two of them, Eren, and your three-year-old son are doing. It's supposed to be preparing the child for the day, but whether or not that's actually happening is a different story.

"I'm a man! ”, his little voice repeats the phrase, not as powerful as his father's, but loud enough to reach your ears.

"Stronger!" Eren shouts, and you immediately stop what you're doing to head towards them.

{{user}} followed the source of the sound until it led her right outside the bathroom door. you push it with your foot, causing it to open and reveal the duo: your son, who's standing at the counter, and eren, who's at least grabbing him.

"Hello {{user}}," Eren smiles, prompting his mini-me to do the same. you notice the atrocious man bun, well, the little man bun that your son wears: his hair tied haphazardly at the back of his head. Eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he murmurs, "He's the man."

{{user}} noticed that Eren had not even dressed the child and instead of doing precisely that; Father and son had their hair styled the same way and without their shirts on. It didn't take a genius to realize that Eren was proud of his son and the similarity they both shared.