ASSIMILATE

you knew.

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"Is it even worth the hassle anymore?" You were face-first into the pillow on your bed and Mikasa and Sasha were in your room, Mikasa sat at the edge of the bed and Sasha was just standing.

"What's "it"? You and Eren?"

"Yeah. This is so tiring, we get close and then all of a sudden he pushes me away or does something contradicting to his said "feelings"," you complained and let the warmth of the pillow heat your face.

"He's not a book y/n. The ending isn't already planned out, he's human. He's going to make mistakes and choices you don't like, you just have to decide if you want to go through all that with him,"

"That's what I'm asking...do I want to stick around for all that?"

"How would we know? It's up to you," Sasha added calmly.

"Sasha's right. I think you should make a decision based on how you feel. Not anybody else," Mikasa suggested while rubbing your back.

"I d-"

"Y/n?!" Someone shouted from the living room.

"Hehehe. Coming!" Sasha quickly turned around and signaled for Mikasa to follow her.

You turned your head in confusion and heard some discussion happening, someone was pushed into your room and Sasha slammed the door shut from outside.

"You've got some weird-ass friends..." Eren muttered after being shoved into the room.

He walked to the door of your bedroom and tried to open it. The doorknob wouldn't turn so they must've put a chair up against the door.

"You two are staying in there until you make up. This is a common and effective form of therapy!" Sasha yelled from behind the door.

Song rec: Afraid-the neighborhood

You leaned up off the bed and saw Eren just staring at the door in silence. He sighed and turned to look at you awkwardly, you looked the other way hoping you had something to distract yourself with.

"Why is she doing this?" He asked and walked to sit on the end of your bed.

"Because she's having doubts about your relationship with each other! So fix it!" Sasha shouted.

"Go away!" You yelled back and rubbed your head in discomfort.

"Doubts? About me?" He pointed himself and turned his head from the door to you.

You widened your eyes at him and turned your head to the right and stared at the wall without an answer. There literally was no way you could clear that up without sounding like an asshole.

"Hey. What's going on?" He scooted over to you and waited for you to look at him.

"You and I-"

"We fight all the time. We bickered when we first met and after that, why's it bothering you now?" He asked and you could feel his shoulders touching yours.

"Why can't you hear me when I talk?"

"What...?"

"We argued because I was worried about you. That makes absolutely no sense," you turned your head and saw the redness in his eyes again.

He was high.

"Well, I think you're worried for no reason."

"Fine, then I won't worry about you again."

"Why are you putting words in my mouth? I never said that I didn't want you to worry about me but that you worried about a little weed is stupid,"

"You're stupid." You remarked and rolled your eyes at him.