Euphoria

𖦹 eren studying your face. ( insp. )

"i just can't focus," eren groans.

you peer over as he plants his face into his hands, the glow of his computer cascading over his face depressingly.

"on what?" you ask.

he gestures to the screen filled with anatomical drawings and labels with words you don't even think you could pronounce. he had been struggling lately with his studies, having to memorize all sorts of different bones and muscles for his final exam.

you chuckle, "what even is that stuff?" you push yourself closer to him on your rolling chair, softly bumping into him. he flashes his canines in a shy smile as you rest your cheek on his arm.

"this is just the face," he complains, "this one is the muscles, then this is the bones, then this is everything else."

he doesn't scroll down any further, he knows how squeamish you get around blood and things of the sort. you analyze the photos, the model, if that's what you should call it, kinda looks like you. an idea pops into your mind.

"can't you use my face?" you think out loud.

"huh?"

"just touch my face, you can locate the whatevers," you gesture widely to the screen, "it'll help you understand things realistically."

he slowly inches closer, almost hesitating. he lands on the side of your face, pressing gently onto a bone slightly higher than your cheek. his head swivels from the images back to your face, studying you intently. his eyes stare at you vividly.

he mumbles incoherently as he moves across you. he probably knows your face better than you do at this point. eventually, he's down at your collarbone, the hem of your shirt laying low. everytime you swallow hard, hitch your breath, or your heart skips a beat, he feels it. a smirk slides onto his face and you begin to wonder if it was ever about studying in the first place.