TO THE BONE | eren yeager

13

3rd person
this chapter will contain smut.

" 𝙎𝙊, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙈 ? " the coffee shop the two sat in was peaceful, soft chatter and quirky laughs were around the entire building, a little bell was heard every five minutes, reminding others to get their orders. the man that sat in front of her swirled the slender brown straw in his tea and held a smile on his face.

sitting in a black pulp fiction t-shirt and dark demin jeans, his ginger red hair was parted. flowing as beautiful as ever. the same witty grin she remembered those years ago still suit him so handsomely. she missed him. he wasn't the best partner, but he was the best friend, it's sad they had to call it off so early.

" yeah, i know it's a sad topic for you, floch. " bring the luke warm teacup towards her lips as she laughed, remising on the old, not the new. floch let out a deep sigh. the man wouldn't admit it out loud, but he missed her. he missed her addictive personality and the way she made him work for love. it was different, exciting. the two were toxic. the one ups became too much when they put their feelings to the side just to hurt one another, the proposal to break up was hers, she had to look out for her heart and that meant letting him go.

hearing the cooks yell out a number, '12' her lunch order's digit. y/n went to stand up and get the plate, but floch beat her. his hand connected with her arm as he smiled, a simple ' sit down, i got you. baby. ' it was weaking to her, he made her weak. he made her want him back, always finding a way to involved himself with her present life. it was beyond her power, or that's what she told herself as she looked at his back. the loose jeans fit around his body so perfectly, oh how she missed him.

the boy was soon back, holding a bacon, lettuces , and tomato sandwich and a bowl filled with sickening red tomato soup, a small grilled cheese beside it. if the boy hadn't work as a hostess a few years back, she would have questioned his strengths.

" thank you. " the man only smiled, his hand extending as he touched her palms. a simple prayer being shared between the two. the small circles he rubbed on her hand didn't go unnoticed. the shivering goosebumps were present. what was he doing to her? was he edging her back to him? he was a drug to her mental state.

letting small rattles of conversation remind the two of their presences, this felt normal. like two old friends catching up, rehashing the future. " so, i heard you started ap business? i'm doing that this year as well. "

" oh yeah? whose class? " with a cork to the side, his fingers traced around the rim of the teacup, his fingers unconsciously tightening together as he awaited her answer, he wanted more of this, this connection. the connection he's been doubting for a year, the one he knew would never go away.

" i think it's, professor zackly? " a breath of fresh air was expanded out of his lungs; his same grin was present as he sipped the sweet brew. his fingers felt bruised as he unclasped them, relief flushing over his features.

" always trying to be like me. " rolling his mahogany brown eyes. he was still good old floch, smart and confident with a hint of toxic masculinity. the boy was the definition of cocky, always wanting to one up someone, boldly extorting his worth and needs as if he had servants, for any normal person it was hard to look over it, but for y/n it felt too easy, maybe because she saw the start of it all.

" ugh, as if i'd ever want to be like you. " a playful manner they used to do so often. dipping the cheesy sandwich into the soup, floch cringed when it ran down her hand, calling the girl messy. laughing a little too loud as he helped her clean the running soup, they were stared down from all the commotion.