Say it.

fine with me

"Did you bring food?" You walk right past Pieck, trying your best to act normal. It's not like you were in the shower with Eren a second ago or anything, you tried to convince yourself.

"Porco got us food from this new place down the street," she eyes you curiously before walking into the kitchen alongside you.

"Thank the heavens for him," you moan, reaching into the bag and place multiple fries into your mouth. You look over at Pieck who had watched you devour the food.

"What?" you blink rapidly.

"Why are you eating so fast? You only do that when your nervous or stressing out." she continues to eye you suspiciously.

"I've had a long day," you state with the best tired impression you could muster. A yawn slips from between your lips a second later.

"A long day of staying home?" Pieck grabs a couple of plates from besides the sink and takes one for herself.

"It's very tiring," you nod convincingly. She places a few chicken strips of her plate along with a pile of fries.

"Sounds like it," she rubs her fingers together attempting to dust her fingers of crumbs. "I'll be in my room if you need me," she adds, grabbing her plate and leaving the kitchen.

You wait for the sound of her door to close before letting go of a breath you didn't know you were holding. "You can come out now," you whisper.

A second later Eren appears from behind the bathroom door holding his recently worn clothes. A singular pair of sweatpants hang around his toned frame.

"Is that a tattoo?" your eyes widen slightly. How had you not noticed that before. "Yeah. You like it?" Eren ruffles his hair with a small towel while walking over to you.

"It's nice," You blink, acknowledging the pattern around his waist. He had to have gotten it recently for you to not notice it that time in the car.

"I've been wanting to get one for a while," you tell him. The idea of being covered in ink spread excitement within you. "I could take you if you want. I know a few guys," he nods, stealing a fry from your plate.

You nod, taking a note of his offer. "Come on," you lead Eren into your room before Pieck could come out and notice he was here.

"What do you wanna do today?" Eren closes the door as you take a seat on the chair below your desk.

"Stay home," you grab a tender from your plate and take a bite from it. "Can I stay here?" he questions, stepping over to your bed and taking a seat on the edge of it.

"I thought you were leaving like you usually do in the morning?" the words roll off your tongue casually.

He leans back. "Well, I'm still here if you want to do something."

"Like what?" you raise a fry to your mouth. He stays silent for a moment to think. "I'm taking you out to eat." Eren stands from his place on your bed and pulls you from your spot.

"I'm already eating," you comment, not bothering to free his grasp around your wrist. "You can get whatever you want," he bribes.

You weren't going to turn down an offer for free food. "Okay, just let me change," you wiggle your fingers in effort to release your hand from his.

"Whats wrong with what you have on now?" he glares at your figure and makes sure to keep his grip on your hand steady. "Eren, I'm wearing pajama pants," you inform.

"Yeah? I know," his attention moves to the oversized shirt cupping your frame. "You look good," he comments.

"If I'm not changing, then your not changing," you say, referring to his blank torso and sweat pants.