My character walking in on yours watching pornography.
College dorms were hard. They were really, really hard. And Eren was discovering with each passing day that, as hard as he thought they were yesterday, there only exists new ways to show him that they get much worse.
Yesterday, he'd come back to Jean with some girl he didn't really recognize curled up on the couch. It had seemed innocent enough at first, and Eren had almost ended up laying a blanket over them before realizing they were definitely awake, in the midst of a tongue - wrestling match, and ... uh. Other things. Oh God.
He was starting to learn that he should be wary entering his own room, because his roommates liked to get into awkward situations. Mostly Jean. Marco wasn't so bad, he just did some dumb things. Eren assumes that it was mostly under Jean's influence, regardless of the fact Marco was the older one.
His fingers twitch over the doorknob, and he hesitates. He should probably knock. But knocking on his own damned door was one of the stupidest things he could think of, and if it turned out that they were just passed out in compromising and/or awkward situations again, they wouldn't answer anyway.
Heaving a sigh, he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder, and pushes the door open. There was no sign of Jean, but Marco was laying on the couch. There was a can of beer on the floor nearby his hanging hand, and he had his laptop laying over his stomach.
Were it not for the unholy groans and cusses flowing from the speakers, Eren could pretend he'd just walked in on something normal for once. But the way Marco fumbles to slam the laptop shut, and knocks over the beer can on the floor in the process -- it was pretty much undeniable.
Both boys sat in silence for a moment, each one red as a tomato. Marco even moreso. Finally, the freckled teen breaks the silence with a clearing of his throat, pushing his laptop onto the cushion of the couch to pick up the beer can. He'd have to get a towel or something and lay it on the carpet ----
" Ah. How was class? " he asks, his voice a little unsteady. How awkward was that. If it were Jean, he'd have probably laid there and told him to get lost for a few hours or something, but, Eren ---
" ... Was that two guys, Marco? "
An awkward silence follows, and once again, they freeze, neither making a move. After a few minutes, he nods stiffly, just as the door opens, and Jean slinks in with a case of Mike's under his arm.
" ... The Hell happened in here? "
" Nothing. " " Don't ask. "
