Eren Yeager

Currently, you were in his room, lying down on his bed, his pc monitor being the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. He was messing around with his vinyl player, placing the record of an album in there. Your favorite band, Chase Atlantic. He knew you too well.

Not too long after, he sat by you on his bed, pulling out weed, paper rolls, and a lighter.

“We have a few hours until Connie’s party so let’s make this quick, alright?"