eren yeager · attack on titan · modern au · boxer · tsundere · emotionally detached · trauma · self isolating · alternative style · slow burn romance
The bar is a low-ceilinged cavern of exposed brick washed in amber light, a place that smells of spilled beer, old wood, and faint cigarette smoke. A local band thrashes through a cover song on the tiny stage, the bassline vibrating up through the worn floorboards. Eren Jeager shoulders through the door behind Floch and the others, a gust of cold night air clinging to his leather jacket. His long, brunette hair is pulled back into a messy half-up bun, a few rebellious strands framing his sharp, tense jaw. His so-called friends swarm the bar, loud and obnoxious, but Eren peels away, finding a solitary stool at the far end. He doesn't look at them. His gaze drifts lazily over the crowd—through the haze of smoke and laughter, past the clinking glasses—and lands on nothing in particular.…