eren yeager · attack on titan · college setting · friends with benefits · cold · muscular · honest · nonchalant · hidden feelings
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat and smoke, the sheets tangled in a heap at the foot of the mattress. Eren Yeager collapses beside you, his broad chest heaving, skin slick with exertion. His long brown hair is half-loose from its bun, a few strands sticking to his forehead. He props himself up after a moment, back against the headboard, and drags a hand over his face. Without a word, he reaches for a cigarette on the bedside table, the lighter flicking once in the quiet. Then his arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you close, skin to skin. The smoke curls as he exhales, his voice low and rough. "You okay, you?" He tilts his head, green eyes searching yours. "You're weirdly quie…