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! Trigger warning ! Talk of suicide, blood, & death ahead. Please proceed with caution.

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You are focused on Professor Hange as they speak about the anatomy of birds. They are writing profusely, defining the arteries and veins of the animal, a black expo marker pressed deep into the whiteboard, with a colorful PowerPoint overhead.

Hange Zoë is the type of Professor that is passionate about what they do, making it that much easier to take in the content of the class. Their lectures pass relatively quickly, but one thing you aren't sure of is if it's due to Hange's engaging teaching strategy or because you get to be in the company of Eren Yeager.

What can you say? The man is a fucking sight to look at.

You are jotting down notes in your notebook when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, faltering your focus. Putting a pause on your writing, you look over to see Eren. He is looking at you through the fringe that has fallen in front of his eyes—chewing on the end of his pencil, a slight smirk forms on his face.

You smile back. Quickly, you are learning how contagious his smile is, "What?" You whisper to him quietly, not wanting to disrupt Professor Hange's lively teaching.

He takes the pencil out of his mouth, and without a word, he rips a page out of his notebook and begins to write. You try to catch a glimpse of the words, but he is blocking your view with his other hand.

Once done, Eren folds up the ripped piece of paper into four squares and slides it over to you. You tilt your head to the side, confused as to what he's doing.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice is quiet, "come on, Y/N. Take it."

At his request, you grab the paper. Slowly, you unfold it to get to the message inside. It reads:

Are you busy after Professor Uptight Ackermans Class?

His handwriting is a bit sloppy; every letter is written in the form of capitalization.

You quickly write out your response, curious to get to the bottom of why he's asking you this:

No. Not until later tonight. Why?

You fold the paper back up and return it. He reads it and writes beneath your response before sending it back your way again.

A secret cycle.

Unfolding the creased paper again, you read his response:

Well, you are now. Meet me at the campus coffee cart called Aloha Java by the art building at 3:30. I'm sure you'll need caffeine before we move you into Sasha's and Mikasa's.
Deal?

You chew the inside of your lip, trying to bite away from the forming smile you feel coming, but it still slips through. There is a rush of excitement and nerves that rush through you.