killed… You must be so sick of my shit by now.”
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, still holding it.
“And yet here I am… sitting in your kitchen… getting fed like I’m at some five-star hotel.”
Eren sat down across from her, still a little dazed by how soft and domestic everything felt. The moment she placed the plate in front of him, the smell alone made his stomach twist with hunger.He took the first bite.And then another.
The pancakes were fluffy, the eggs +
With the cotton of his white t-shirt brushing against her bare arm, Yurie tried to ignore the sudden pounding in her heart, a sudden soft trembling of her body that could only come from him.
even more.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve any of this… after everything I pulled these past few days.”
He kept his eyes on her, a mix of guilt and quiet honesty in them.
“Beating up your date… making a scene… getting blackout drunk and almost getting myself+
"Your house is so beautiful"
His eyes drifted back to her, still a little caught off guard by how warm the welcome was.
“And you prepared all this?”
He let out a soft, almost disbelieving breath.
“You… you know you didn��t need to go through all this trouble for me…”
+
When the door finally opened, he was met with Yurie in her pajamas, hair slightly messy from just brushing it, looking soft and tired in a way that somehow made his chest tighten.
Before he could even react, she reached for his gym bag and took it from his shoulder like +
She places it on the floor right next to his designated bed before slipping back in the small kitchen to pour out some orange juice.
“Come eat while everything’s still hot!”
bed on the couch, the full breakfast spread, the way she was moving around like she’d been waiting for him.
A small, genuine smile pulled at his lips, mixed with clear surprise.
"Wow. . ."
He said quietly, looking around
+
Eren stayed where he was, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, tapping his heel against the floor. His blood still felt hot from the gym.
The testosterone. . . the adrenaline still rushing in his veins made him feel highly confident now from the temporary+
their first date. But right now, standing outside her apartment with a cracked phone screen, and an invitation to rest on her couch… something about it made his chest tighten.
He exhaled slowly, then pressed the doorbell.
The soft ding echoed inside.
+
Yurie’s apartment was only about fifteen minutes away on foot. The morning air was cool and breezy, so he decided to walk instead of calling a ride. It would give him a bit of light cardio and, more importantly, time to settle the restless energy still buzzing under his skin.
+
By the time he reached her building, his heart was already beating a little faster than it should have been from a simple walk.
He stopped in front of her door.For a second, he just stood there.
It was strange. He’d never felt shy around her before
. . . not even after+