Eren Jeager x fem reader

Chapter 2

Y/n's POV:

At lunch, you and Izuku were sat outside on the bench, listening to him explain everybody and the groups within the college. He exclaimed, sipping on his drink,
" Eren Jeager hangs out with Bakugo, Jean, Mikasa and Armin. However, Armin isn't that bad, it's just Eren, Bakugo and Jean. Mikasa won't do anything unless you threaten her friends,"

He pointed over to the group sitting beside a tree, seeing a guy practically inhale his food,
" They're known as the straw hats, they're alright, just don't piss them off. The main one is Luffy, he's goofy and like a child, but whatever you do, don't piss him or his friends off,"

He continued,
" The rest are alright, like Naruto and Goku's friends,"

He was interrupted by Eren and Bakugo walking over with a grin on their face. He grabbed Izuku's drink and was about to pour it over him, until you grabbed his wrist and twisting his arm harshly, causing him to drop the drink on the floor.

You asked, irritated by his behaviour whilst glaring at him,
" What is your problem?"

Eren looked surprised for a split second before snatching his arm out of your grip. He glared at you, pushing you against the bench, hitting your back against the wood. You ignored the sudden sharp pain and continued to glare at him with pure hatred.

" The problem is, rich girl, is that you probably think you're all strong and powerful because you come from a well known family,"

He stepped closer, grabbing your chin and squeezing it, leaving red marks,
" I'm also from a wealthy family, so word of advice for your own safety, don't walk around like you own the place,"
You winced a little at him digging his nails into your skin before he let go, laughing with Bakugo as he walked off. Izuku got up, deep concern laced within his adorable emerald eyes,
" Are you alright?"

You nodded,
" I'm fine,"

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It had been the same for the rest of the week, being completely harassed by Eren. You weren't bothered about what he said to you, but when it came to Izuku, it made your blood boil. However, deep inside you still felt like you couldn't protect yourself, like you were incapable of doing so.

One evening after a day off college, you went into the shop to get some food and on the way out, you heard a few groans of pain in the alley way. You followed the sound and almost gasped in shock. A blonde guy was bleeding heavily from a bullet wound.

You ran over to him, placing him on the ground, knowing that he was about to pass out from blood loss. Placing pressure on the wound, your driver saw you and grabbed the aid kit from the limo. Once you had opened it, you saw that the person was almost unconscious.

You cleaned the wound with a cotton pad and some bacteria stuff, causing him to jolt a little in pain. You then placed some numbing cream around the wound, knowing this was going to be quite painful for him. Finally putting the thread threw the needle, you slowly began to stitch the wound close. He couldn't exactly feel the pain from the cream.

It took 3 minutes to complete the stitching as you then placed a large plaster on, wrapping a bandage around his waist soon after. You didn't care that your hands were full and stained off blood.

You wrapped his arm around your shoulder,
" Help me get him up, Francis, he needs rest and we can't just leave him here,"

He nodded, grabbing his other arm and gently placing him in the limo. His head was placed on your lap, lying comfortably on the car seat. Francis told your parents the situation whilst driving and they seemed to accept him staying to rest.

On the drive, you analysed his features. In honesty, he was quite handsome. His hair was long, being placed up in a half up, blonde ponytail. What was strange was that he didn't wear a top, just a black jacket. He was asleep, shattered from almost bleeding to death.

When you arrived, your parents helped you bring him into the spare bedroom and placed him on the bed. You tucked him in, checking his temperature with a small smile. His eyes opened ever so slightly and the last thing he saw was you smiling at him,
" Go back to sleep. You're safe with me,"

He couldn't help but fall back to sleep, his body was extremely exhausted by the lack of blood loss. You walked into the bathroom and cleaned your hands of the dried blood, humming a small tune.

You spent a few hours sitting beside the guy, reading one of your favourite books. Then you got hungry, so you went down to make a large dinner, for both you and the guy for when he wakes up. You prepared a large meal, placed it on a tray and walked up.

When you walked into the bedroom, the blonde was awake, trying to get up but it was clearly hurting him. Eyes widening in shock, you placed the food on the bed and led him back down, confusing him,
" You need to stay down, otherwise you'll reopen your wound,"

You placed a few pillows behind him for him to lean against, then placed the tray of food on his lap. You sat on the bed,
" Who exactly are you and what happened?"

He chuckled, biting into some toast,
" So you're the girl who saved my life, huh? Thanks, I would be dead without you,"

He held out his hand for you to shake,
" The name is Manjiro Sano, but people call me Mikey,"

You shook it, smiling at him,
" I'm Y/n! "

He glanced down at his wound,
" I may have been half unconscious but I remember you stitching me up in an alley way, how did you do you know how to do that?"

" I did medical training in my old college back in my country,"

He hummed in response, slowly sitting up and managed to do it right this time. He sent you a small grin,
" You must go to the highest ranking college in Shibuya. In debt for saving my life, how about you join my gang, we moved here from Tokyo since we wanted to travel a little,

The Tokyo Manji Gang,"