The arguments were relentless. Eren Yeager’s anger, his harsh words, and the constant tension wore down your mental health bit by bit. The relationship was toxic, suffocating, leaving you drained. You stopped looking your best—hair always disheveled, eyes rimmed with red and puffy from too many sleepless nights and silent tears. Why did you stay? Mainly because he was your first—your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love .. if that was even considered love.

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You sat quietly on the edge of your boyfriend's couch, wrapped in silence, feeling as terrible as you thought you looked. Your head buzzed, and your eyes felt heavy. The argument with Eren was still fresh—he’d lashed out and stormed off after you’d confronted him about sneaking around, leaving you raw and exhausted. You hadn’t even noticed someone else in the apartment.

When you opened your eyes, Jean was leaning in the doorway, watching you with a look of concern etched across his face. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, his gray sweats riding low on his hips as he casually munched on a bowl of cereal.

“Everything okay?” he asked, eyes tracing over your disheveled appearance and red-rimmed eyes. ☆