MOTIVE

THREE

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sunday, 4:37pm

loose chocolate brown hair which hung around his collarbone, dark forest green orbs and full lips, this man was hot.

you blinked up at him and before you could even introduce yourself, words tumbled out from your lips, "didn't know these dorms were co-ed."

"increases chance of pregnancy," his lips twitched upwards slightly.

"speaking from experience?" you grinned at him.

he threw his head back with a chuckle, "eren," he introduced himself, "you are?"

"[name]," you shuffled inside as eren moved out the way, dropping your bags to the side.

"i was about to head off but i can show you around i guess," he pointed over at probably the tiniest kitchen you'd seen, "kitchen," he then points over at a comfortable looking couch and television, "living room," he then walked over to two doors, "bedrooms. mines on the right."

"cozy," you chimed seeing how small this place is. there was hardly any space between the living room and kitchen

"there's a connecting bathroom between our rooms so lock the door when you're in, or don't," he shrugged playfully, eyeing you slightly, "and that concludes the grand tour, any questions?"

"neighbours? loud? quiet? always fucking? got sticks shoved up their asses they complain about music at 8:30?"

"high. they have their moments. they're about to get their asses handed to them by the ra's... speaking of which, you brought any candles?"

"candles don't work too well," you playfully rolled your eyes.

"speaking from experience?" he quoted you, leaning against the wall.

"busted by friends parents wasn't the greatest. but i have some incense."

"ew, incest?"

"are you five?"

"six actually."

"right," you snorted with a grin, "thanks for that."

"of course, see you around," he waved before leaving, the door shutting behind him. heading into your room, you noticed it was dark and a bit dusty.

opening the window, you looked down at the campus below you, watching as people went along their day.

the room was very small, a single bed with a wooden wardrobe, barely fitting in a desk with a lamp tucked in the corner.

you threw your bags on the bed and began unpacking. folding and putting away all of your clothes, decorating your room with a few photo frames, a plotted plant or two, and leaving out your laptop and textbooks.

leaving your room, you were a bit hungry from unpacking and headed to the kitchen. you'd brought some small supplies with you, such as instant noodles, mac n cheese, and a shit ton of chocolate.

using the microwave to cook the mac n cheese, you noticed the lack of everything in the kitchen. there was a fridge with basically nothing inside, a microwave, and a sink.

'how does he live?' you questioned. you figured he didn't spend much time here, maybe to shower and change?

spending the rest of the night in comfortable red gym shorts and a grey hoodie, you worked on your assignments while taking regular snapchat and tik tok breaks.

noticing that it was getting late, you tied you hair back and put a headband on, cleaning your face and applying a cucumber face mask before sitting down on the couch and watching television.

while snacking on some chocolate, the door opened and in walked the brunette.

"what are you doing up so late? didn't peg you for a night owl," he shrugged his coat off and throwing it on the counter.

"normally i'd be passed out by now but they're having a keeping up with the kardashians run through," you commented, gesturing to the television.

"why the kardashians?" he asked, walking into his room, leaving the door open as your eyes returned to the television in respect.

"i like watching rich people. makes me think what my life would be lol."

there was shuffling in his room but suddenly he paused, "did you just say 'lol'?"

"ironically, yes."

he walked out of his room, dressed in simple sweatpants and hoodie, "fair. mind if i join you? feel like i haven't watched tv in years."

"sure, if you don't mind my commentary," you shuffled over for space for him. he sat down, his thigh slightly touching yours as the couch was pretty small.

he smelt nice, you noticed. if he had been smoking or drinking, you couldn't tell, he presented himself handsomely.

"you're the worst kind of human," he hummed, eyeing you as you rolled your eyes with a grin, holding a hand out, palm facing him.

"i'm just built different sweetie," you held the chocolate block out to him, "have some, i think i've ate 2000 calories in one sitting."

"don't mind if i do, and somehow i don't doubt that," he playfully added, breaking off a few squares.

"rude but ok."

"jokes, of course," his eyes left yours and moved to the television, watching it before his brow raised, "what's that?"

"ohmygod, okay so, kim k fed her family her placenta!! without them knowing! after they said they didn't want to! like who does that?!"

"what? that's fucking nasty..." he shivered, eyes darting from the television to you.

"i know. i must admit, i'd want to try one, but it's illegal to buy human organs so... shame..."

"have a kid then. i'm sure i could hook you up with someone willing?"

"haha. no."

"why not? got a boyfriend already? he'll do the job for you?"

"nope, i actually just got out of a relationship and that's why i moved in here, because i was living with him," you thought about the male, your blood boiling slightly.

"oh, i'm sorry," he went quiet for a second, "well, it's his loss if i'm being honest, and here you are," his eyes were staring into your own, it made you feel as if there was nothing else on the planet aside from the two of you,

"...living with me."