𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨 | 𝙀. 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧

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Eren had woken up with a lump in the throat and with a heavy heart. As well as a terrible headache and nausea. His head was still fuzzy. It never happened that he felt that way after a night out, above all because he could handle alcohol pretty well but he couldn't feel his body as his own and that was weird. 

Also, he felt extremely... aroused. And he was pretty sure he had a dream about hooking up with someone, in the kinkiest way possible. Eren looked down at his lap and let out a sigh, feeling somewhat uneasy about something that was completely natural. But he hated having morning wood.

He needed a cold shower. 

While the cold water was running down his body, some flash of the last night sprang to his mind. Eren was quite sure he didn't cross his limit, he could really count the drinks he had with one hand. But at a certain point, he just couldn't remember more. He remembered saying something to Y/n but from that moment on he couldn't remember more. Or maybe he just dreamed, but it seemed so true but at the same time unreal that confused him. 

But only thinking about that dream made the purpose of his cold shower useless. His mind just couldn't focus on something else. 

«Mikasa... I'm pregnant. » He wept as soon as he entered the kitchen and put his forehead on the table. His wet hair was still dripping on the wood of the table. Armin raised an eyebrow but totally ignored him, he continued to scroll up his phone and drink his coffee. Mikasa scowled.

«Who is the father? » 

«No, seriously. I think I'm dying. » 

«After all the shit you drank last night I'd be surprised if you didn't. » Mikasa gave him a glass of water and sat in front of him with her black tea in her hands, crouched in the chair. Eren raised his head, moving his hair out of his face and rubbing the towel he had on his shoulders on his head.

«I didn't drink so much, just that shit Historia made. » He took a few sips of water and stared at the half-empty glass for a while. 

«And that not-so-innocent tequila shot. » Armin pointed out, still without looking at him, and Mikasa covered her mouth to hold a laugh. 

«A not what? »

«Not so innocent tequila shot. » Armin repeated hinting at a smile, exchanging a quick look with Mikasa and she nodded. Eren frowned, looking at Armin and then at Mikasa hoping to find an answer. What the hell they were talking about?

«I... what? »

«Are you dumb? »

«I just don't understand. »

«You remember that stupid game Connie always proposes every time there's alcohol? » Eren nodded.

«You did it, with Y/n. And it was kinda hot. » Armin admitted, finally giving him full attention. At first, the color drained out of Eren's face. He did what? With who!?

«I... WHAT.»

«I really thought you two were going to kiss at some point. » Mikasa said picking up the kitten from the floor to cuddle her.

«Well, it was pretty clear you wanted to. » Armin continued still with a smile on his face.

«But you did not, if that makes you feel better. »

Eren's face turned crimson. Did he really play that stupid game with Y/n? And they almost kissed?! What the hell did he really drink last night? How could he forget something like that? 

«Oh lord, you should see your face right now! »

«I want to die. I... oh god. Oh fuck... »

«Oh c'mon! It was just a game! Chill! » Eren wasn't disturbed by the fact that he did that game with her. He just realized that the girl he dreamed to have sex with was Y/n.