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7.4k words: a small synopsis of minor acts: a boner, undressing, kissing, a bucketload of fluff. if these make you feel uncomfortable, please don't read.
It has been a month and a half since the storm had infiltrated your home town, tarnishing dozens of sightings and places that remained embedded within the heart of the city — eagerly disrupted and destroyed with the fingers of the far from lulling storm. You remained in your living room, unable to focus on anything but Eren. It had been a few days since you had last encountered him, especially when he brought you home — staying for an ounce of time in his car. But, you desired to see him once more, you had never felt such a refreshing company before.
You sat in front of your tv, the flickering hues taunting your eyes as you buried your head within your knees, your heart feeling rather heavy from the lack of social interactions with him. He was so kind and gentle, that you couldn't help but find yourself wanting to remain entwined with his presence once more. He made you feel comfortable, even if it was in a subconsciously pure manner. His kindness held no bounds, he only ever did what he thought would cater to the situation — he had never once used your vulnerability to his advantage.
Even as the storm had weighed on your only way of transport, completely crushing the front of your car, he drove you home, insisting to do so, after the morning had peaked. Yet, even though he had driven you home, he insists on paying for the damage done to your car, unwilling to allow you to pay for such a thing. You couldn't help but find yourself growing guilty as he continued to insist on doing so until you finally caved in. It was all since he solely just wanted to pay — he did say he would cater to you until the discomfort was no more. But throughout his words, they held gentleness. You couldn't help but place a kiss upon his cheek as he assisted you to your home, growing beautifully flustered at the kiss you had laid upon his cheeks.
You glance at your phone, resting beside you, somewhat unable to dictate if you should face your nervousness and invite him over. You held no fear with Eren, but you didn't want to be portrayed as needy, in need of his fulfilling company. Yet, you knew he favoured this side of you. He nurtured a spot within your mind and heart many failed to meet and intertwine with — all because that was how he solely acted. He was one of the sweetest people you had ever met; it was amazing how he was with you. So thoughtful, yet sinister when needed — he was amazing company.
