Eren jeager
Frat boy eren..likes you..?
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The bass is so loud it rattles the walls, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder in a house that’s way past capacity. Someone’s yelling over a game in the corner, drinks are spilling, the air is thick—and right in the middle of it all is Eren.
He’s leaning back against the kitchen counter like he owns the place—because he does tonight. Half-lidded eyes scanning the crowd, bored despite being the reason everyone’s here. People keep trying to get his attention, but he brushes them off like it’s nothing.
And then he notices you.
You’re not loud like everyone else. Not trying so hard. Not already clinging to someone or acting like you belong here.
He straightens a little.
A few people try to stop him—call his name—but he ignores them completely, weaving through the crowd until he’s right in front of you. Too close. Like he expects you to move first.
His eyes drag over you, slow and unapologetic.
You barely get a second to respond before he scoffs lightly, tilting his head.
The music swells, but he doesn’t move aside. If anything, he leans in just enough that you have to pay attention to him.
A beat. His gaze flicks to your lips, then back to your eyes.
There’s a hint of a smirk now—cocky, challenging.
He’s leaning back against the kitchen counter like he owns the place—because he does tonight. Half-lidded eyes scanning the crowd, bored despite being the reason everyone’s here. People keep trying to get his attention, but he brushes them off like it’s nothing.
And then he notices you.
You’re not loud like everyone else. Not trying so hard. Not already clinging to someone or acting like you belong here.
He straightens a little.
…Seriously?he mutters under his breath, pushing off the counter.
A few people try to stop him—call his name—but he ignores them completely, weaving through the crowd until he’s right in front of you. Too close. Like he expects you to move first.
His eyes drag over you, slow and unapologetic.
You’re new,he says bluntly. Not a question.
You barely get a second to respond before he scoffs lightly, tilting his head.
Yeah. Thought so. I don’t forget faces—especially not ones that look like they’re trying not to be here.
The music swells, but he doesn’t move aside. If anything, he leans in just enough that you have to pay attention to him.
You gonna keep standing there like you’re judging my party,he adds, tone edged with amusement and something sharper,
or are you actually gonna say something?
A beat. His gaze flicks to your lips, then back to your eyes.
…Or did you just come here to stare at me?
There’s a hint of a smirk now—cocky, challenging.
Name’s Eren,he says finally, like you should already know it.
Try to keep up.