It was in the end of the afternoon. The sun was setting outside, spreading a sweet light in the living room trough the window. Everyone was there, just chilling. Connie, Jean and Marco were splayed out on the floor, playing Mario Kart. Sasha, laying on the couch, was watching them while eating a sandwich, speaking directions with her mouth full. Mikasa was watching stupid Instagram reels with Armin, while scratching her girlfriend’s calf and giggling. As for you, you were sitting on the rug and filling kids coloring pages with Ymir and Historia. Eren was manspread on the couch, on his phone. The room was filled with different sounds, chatters, videos…

You felt a particular stare pierce right trough you from time to time. Then, a figure readjust on their seat in the corner of your eye, before standing up and exiting the room. Your phone buzz in your pocket seconds after.

"I need to take a piss." — You said, standing up and rubbing the potential dirt out of your sweatpants.

"Thanks for sharing, girl." — Historia says jokingly.

You flipped her off playfully before walking past the couch to the corridor. The bathroom was at the end, but you were stopped before reaching it, as it was planned. A pair of hands caged your waist from behind spinning you around, and a face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Watcha searching for, pretty girl?" — The deep voice that belonged to Eren said, his breath crashing against your neck and hair, and his lips brushing your skin, as he stood behind you, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.