𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥 [𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿]

𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻: 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 your apartment door and swung it open, you were hit with the familiar smell of your lavender wax burner you turned on before you left. You kicked off your shoes and flicked on your lights. You moved out of your doorway and walked into your kitchen.

"Would you like anything to drink?" You asked Eren. Eren said that he was going to walk you into your building which you didn't know exactly why, but you let him in since it was very nice of him to drive you back to your home. "Oh uh no thank you." He said.

Eren took off his shoes and shut your front door. He walked into your apartment and into the living room where your random pots of plants laid around. Eren thought your apartment was cute and simple, something like a pinterest home. Eren took a seat on your couch and kept looking around noticing something new each time.

"I don't know why you are looking around like that, you aren't going to find drugs." You snickered at him, you sat on the arm of your couch while Eren sat on the other side closest to the other arm. You took a sip of the water in your cup as Eren chuckled. "You don't seem like the type to do drugs." "I'm glad I don't come off like that."

"You have so many plants." Eren said, he was amazed at how healthy all of them were. He couldn't have plants because he wasn't good at taking care of them, they always died because of how he was rarely at his own house. "Oh yeah, my mom and I liked gardening when I was a kid." You smiled, "My mom likes to cook, I helped her a lot but my cooking is still rusty."

You nodded at Eren's words. You couldn't help but notice how he was a pretty quiet person, by the time that you met he didn't really seem to talk about himself. When you asked about him on the car ride here he didn't answer like most people would, he would give a half-response to the questions.

Though you didn't mind this, some people were just closed off.

"Oh right." You hopped off the couch arm and set your glass of water on your coffee table. You jogged to your kitchen counter and grabbed your wallet, you opened it and began digging in your wallet. Once you found a twenty and five you folded them together and walked over to Eren.

Eren cocked a brow at you and the cash in your hand.

"It's for gas money, I know driving from New York to the Bronx is expensive. It's the least I could do; especially after you saved me from getting shot." "Thank you, but I'm not taking it. I'm sure even if I didn't "save" you the bullets wouldn't have hit you. They were probably after a certain person."

You furrowed your brows at Eren, "Why won't you just take it?" You asked, "I don't need it, really. Keep it for yourself. Buy a coffee before the next matches for yourself." "Eren, just take it. It's the least I could do." Eren's face flattened at you. "I'm not taking it and that's final."

You rolled your eyes at him then threw the money on his lap, you spun around and began walking away from him. Eren picked up the cash then as he was about to open his mouth he looked at the back of your thighs. A large scar ran down the back of your thigh. It looked like it was from a previous deep wound, it made Eren cringe at the thought of what it looked like when it was a fresh wound.

Eren looked away from the back of your leg so he could get the picture of the wound if it was fresh out of his head.

"What happened to your leg?" Eren asked, peering over to you where you were now in the kitchen. "What?" You asked, Eren looked at you like you were stupid. How the hell did you not know about the back of your leg? "The scar on your thigh, what happened?" he asked. Your brows raised remembering the scar.

"Well how did you see that you were checking me out?" You joke, a devilish smirk going across your face. Eren rolled his eyes at you, "No, I was looking back up from my lap where you threw money at me like I was a stripper," You snickered at his comment of you throwing the money at him. "Then I saw the large scar on your thigh." You nodded your head.