𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦, connie springer 18+

reiner

Your fingers traced along the ivy wallpapers of the campus-walls as your eyes scanned along each number on every door.

You finally stopped outside of a crimson door with the numbers '287' marked in golden letters at the top; you slowly inhaled with racing thoughts.

You were excited to spend time with Reiner this morning; you'd woken up with your legs kicking against your bed and butterflies floating delicately in your stomach - but now all on your mind was your new seating arrangement.

Your fingers balled into a fist, gently knocking against his door.

You heard movements from the other side of the door as the handle swiftly cracked open: a glimmer of light from the dorm slithered out as Reiner opened the door.

Your eyes locked onto his with a beaming smile, before swiftly beginning to drift down his muscular figure as you realised that the only thing covering him was a thin towel that loosely hung over his hips.

You pressed your lips together at the sight of his figure: Reiner's body was large with a muscular frame, obviously regularly acquainted with the gym. Beads of warm water fell down his warm skin as the edge of his lip curled upwards into a smirk.

You swallowed, your thighs pressing together.

His fingers ran through his wet, blonde hair to push it away from his face, "Hey." He hoarsely began as he opened the door to his room, "Sorry, I just got out of the shower."

You lowered your eyes towards the ground as you felt your face pick up heat.

He raised his left arm to stretch, "So, I'm gonna change into some clothes, but make yourself at home- alright? Then we can stick the movie on."

You offered him a nod, your lips curling into a smile in response, before watching his figure turn once more as he disappeared into the shower-room once more.

You swallowed at the sight of his bedroom.

There were all different types of sports posters plastered against each inch of wallpaper on his side of the room; Football; Rugby; Volleyball. Not to mention a poster of a beautiful model in a bikini that was hung above his headboard; you rolled your eyes.

His bed was untidy with half of his blanket and all of his pillows dragging along the floor; magazines and work sheets were carelessly thrown onto every surface.

With furrowed brows, you peeled your shoes off of your feet, before sitting down onto his bed. Your fingertips traced along his mattress, hearing him sigh through the thin walls.

The room smelt of him: you liked it. Reiner had a natural, addicting musk to him that filled the room: his smell reminded you of simpler times - when you were both in high school, innocently lying in bed and you you'd inhale the aroma of his soft, blonde hair whilst he lay on your chest. You were catching a drift of his cologne as you breathed in slowly.

"So," His deep voice called out from the bathroom, "What happened that made your class so shitty?"

A groan fell from your lips as you heard Reiner plainly chuckle: "Nothing, really. I was just sat beside someone that I really didn't want to sit beside.."

The door cracked open as you watched his brow raise, "Oh?" He finally left the bathroom, beginning to hook his t-shirt over his muscular shoulders and neck, "Have you got history with them?"

You shrugged with a nervous stare, "I.. suppose you could say that."

Reiner's blonde eyebrow angled down his forehead as he offered you a relaxed beam.
"Hm?" He hummed to you, beginning to sit himself on the bed with his back against the metal headboard, "I feel like there's more to that than you're letting on."