The rain tapped lightly against the window of Eren’s small apartment room, soft and rhythmic. It was one of those nights where everything felt still — almost peaceful, like the chaos outside the walls didn’t exist.

You sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the frayed hem of your shirt. The dim lamplight painted the room in warm, golden tones. Eren was pacing near the window, arms crossed, brows furrowed — the same way he always looked when something was weighing on his mind.

But tonight, it wasn’t about Titans.

It was about you.

He stopped suddenly, glancing over at you. His jaw clenched for a second like he was holding something back… but then he let out a shaky breath and walked toward you.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, kneeling in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. His voice was quiet, almost trembling. “Why do you keep coming here? Why do you stay?”

His eyes searched yours — not angry, but full of something raw, something that scared even him.

“I think about you all the time,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Even when I’m training, even when I’m fighting. I’ll be in the middle of a mission, and suddenly you’re there — in my head. Smiling. Laughing. And I’m scared.”

He looked down, hands tightening slightly. “I’m scared because I don’t want to lose you like I’ve lost everything else. I don’t think I could take that.”

Then his eyes met yours again, softer this time. “Please tell me you feel something too. Anything. Just… don’t lie.”