#sunk fluff

“Hey,” you elicited the lowest rendered whisper. “Hm?” The male’s brunette locks swayed with his motions as he snapped his head towards you, tucking back an irritating strand of hair before setting his eyes on you. “Do you just come into class with the agenda to piss everyone off or what?” He only scoffs at your rhetorical claim, his formerly neutral expression being taken over by a growing smirk. “Geez, [Y/N],” said male let out a chuckle, “Someone’s not havin’ a good day..” murmured Eren, his thick eyebrows’ rising with intrigue, “And someone keeps making tons of noise. In case you didn’t know, that's you, Jaeger.” Was your hushed retort, intent on keeping your whispers away from the ears of your lecturer, “Cut that shit out already, will you?” Despite your efforts to show distaste towards the brunette heartthrob, you couldn’t hold back the excited grin that your lips were curved up into, Eren beginning to lightly and playfully hit his knee against yours, in an attempt to earn more of a rise out of you. “Fine, fine,” he spoke words of compliance, putting an end to the bobbing of his thumb against the pen and his hyperactive bouncing knee. Eren’s hands splayed across his desk with slight twitches that you couldn’t help but notice, as if they were just itching to put their hands on something. “Oi, Jaeger,” you said to him once more, “What’s the deal with those bite marks?” His hand was completely littered in them, the dent-like strawberry marks looking almost imprinted into his slightly tan flesh. It was a marvel considering how you’d never spotted them before. Maybe it was the fact that he was always moving, the eager rush of his personality and overall being was too much for you to catch up to. “Huh?” It seemed as though he loved to sound oblivious, always starting his reply with a lowly hum. “Ohhh, these.” He came to the realization, drawling out his words. “I’ve had ‘em since I was born, my mom says. Must've gotten these weird-ass birthmarks in a past life or something, yeah?” You eyed them once more, your stare lingering before bringing your attention back to Eren, skimming over the lengthy brown locks that he'd push back every now and then. “..yeah, maybe so.” He quirked a brow once more, fingers drumming against his desk with a sense of enthrallment, questioning as to where this interaction with you would lead. Despite all the months you’d spent sitting alongside each other, words were hardly exchanged between you two. Well, at least not as much as right now. For the first time, Eren was glad about his never-ending habit of being a nuisance. “Damn, that sounded disapproving.. What, am I freaking you out already?” He couldn’t hold back his hearty laugh, though his chuckles began to simmer once he laid eyes on your subtle, tolerating grin. You leaned towards Eren, just in the slightest, before informing him of your genuine thoughts with a whisper. “No, no. Don’t get me wrong, Jaeger. I think you look pretty damn cool with ‘em.” Your statement did all but make his breath hitch. The sharp inhale Eren took seemed more refreshing than ever before, the male allowing his own warm smile to overtake his charming features. You think so..? His thoughts rang throughout his head with question, slight shock, and overall admiration. Apart from his friend group, most people he encountered always found him an annoyance, too brash and spunky. He could’ve sworn you were the same, deeming the way you’d subtly found another way to tell him to shut the hell up. Foot -tapping Eren should’ve known by now, but he apparently didn’t. Albeit living a good nineteen years, it was only clear to him as of now; Some people were different. A good kind of different.

“Ah, [Y/N],” The brunette emitted a sultry sigh, peering at you past the hair that clouded his peripheral vision, “If you think I’m hot, then just say so,” was Eren’s teasing attempt of a reply, his pearly whites being exposed as he beamed eagerly, watching you shake your head over his sudden enthusiasm.

“There you go again,” you said within a chuckle, just to earn a confused glance from him and his bright green eyes. “Tappin’ that foot of yours again. And your fingers are drumming on the table too. Did someone give you too much sugar this morning?” You scoffed playfully, just as Eren glanced down to see that your observations were true. 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have a meaningless coffee-drinking competition with Jean and Connie at two in the morning. Just his luck, Eren  forgot that he’d be attending a morning class, which meant there was no time for his hyperactivity to wear off..

“Don’t mind it,” he shrugged off, “Just didn’t get enough sleep.” You briefly nodded as a response despite his painfully obvious lie, basking in the silent but serene pause between you and him.

“..I think holding your hand would do you some good,” you whispered in a suggestive tone, your fingers inching closer to his daringly. 

“Ah, so we’re shooting shots now? If that’s the case, you think I’ve got a chance, hm?” His overly exerted confidence was borderline attractive, considering why  it didn’t take much for him to break down any lasting standoff attitude you had left.

You exhaled through your nose with a light chuckle, “I’m not gonna answer that question, Jaeger.” Was all you said, drawing your hand away from his with lingering skepticism, your eyes grazing over the way his full, pretty lips molded into a pout.

“Why the hesitation? C’mon, [Y/N], I don’t bite!” He then paused momentarily, right before looking back to you eagerly, a mischievous glimmer swirling around in his sea green orbs.

“Unless you want me to. I could make one or two exceptions for you~” You snorted amusedly, enlightening Eren with your breathy scoffs. “Lookin’ forward to it, Jaeger..” you retorted, the grin on your face subtle but content.

Eren’s lengthy fingers had interlaced within yours before you’d even gotten the slim chance to shoot him another warm glance, but his sturdy hold was even warmer.

“Woah, your hands are soft—!“ the long-haired brunette whisper-yelled eagerly, the pads of his fingers brushing against your knuckles with your palms flush together, “We oughta’ do this more often, yeah..?”

Eren truly was rather admirable, especially with his cheeks reddening to such a pretty, rosy hue, his unusually firm grip on your hand feeling somewhat comforting, as though you wouldn’t mind for him to hold you any tighter.

“We oughta’ do this more often, yeah..?”

His encouraging claims began to encase your thoughts, flurries of excitement bubbling in your stomach, even if you’d never show. Your thumb skimmed over the faint, pink marks on his hand, eliciting light hums as you got a feel of him and his hands, which were a beauty all on their own.