Dazed, Eren pushes himself up, clenching his fist. Shouting incoherent, slurred nonsense at yet another bar door that was just slammed in his face. It's been sixth months since he lost his debut match, and he has been banned from every bar within a 15 minute drive from his house. He turns around, clenching his teeth, and shields his eyes from the evening sun.
He looks around, and notices all the eyes on him from the scene he caused, he feels words rise in his throat, but instead of words coming out, he hunches over and throws up the hours worth of alcohol he consumed. Eren didn't care anymore, he'd gone through this enough to know that no one really cares. To them he's just another drunk, pathetic man wasting his life away under a bottle of booze.
Eren pulled his phone out of his pocket, and hit the contact for his childhood friend. After a few rings, he heard a voice pick up.
"Hey Eren, whats up?" Armin asked, almost cheerfully
"Hey Armin, I need a ride home again" Eren said, trying his best not to slur his speech.
"Have you been drinking again, Eren?" Armin sighed audibly, losing the brightness to his voice.
"Come on, since when have I ever?" Eren asked, breaking into a laughing fit as he did
"This isn't funny Eren. We've talked about this"
"Yeah Yeah, whatever man, so are you coming or not?"
There was a pause, then another sigh. "Send me your location, I'll be there as soon as I can"
"Thanks Armin, You're the best"
Eren heard the call end in his ear, and shrugged, opening his messages and sending his location to Armin, before sitting down on the nearest bench.
Twenty minutes later, Eren hears a familiar car driving down the road and looks up from his lap to see Armin's car parking infront of him, smiling slyly, and opened the door.
"Thanks again Armin, I owe you one"
"You owe me a couple hundred more than that" Armin said, unamused. "Now get in"
Eren slides into the car, causing Armin to scrunch his nose, and roll down the windows.
"You smell like shit, Eren."
Eren just laughed, pulling his greasy hair out of his face, "Should've smelled some of the people in that bar Armin, now that smelled like shit"
Armin rolled his eyes, and put his car in drive.
"Mind if I crash at yours tonight? I think I lost the key to my house somewhere in there, and the asshole bartender wont let me back in"
"I wonder why Eren, could it be for the same reasons every other bar in our area has barred you from entering."
Eren didn't laugh at that, and instead glared at Armin.
"You're lucky you're my best friend, if you weren't I might punch you in the mouth for that"
Armin rolled his eyes again
"Yeah whatever. Yes you can crash at my place if you want, but Historia is over, so don't come down stairs, she doesn't need our night to be ruined because of you."
"You and Historia, huh? Never thought that would happen"
"We've been together for three months, Eren, and for three months we've been having this same conversation."
"Right Right, I forgot, sorry Armin"
"Yeah, I'm sure you are."
Armin pulled up his driveway, and into his houses garage, and shut off the car, stepping out of it, Eren following suit. They entered his house.
"I'm back" Armin called down the stairs of his house
"Hey Historia" Eren yelled loudly
"Hey Eren." He heard an unamused voice say from the bottom of the stairs.
"Not gonna lie man, I feel like I'm gonna puke" Eren said, turning to Armin, "I mean, the thought of you and Historia together"
Armin sighed again, "Go to bed Eren, sleep this shit off. You're such an asshole when you're drunk. Theres a fresh change of clothes for you on the dresser for tomorrow morning."
Eren laughed, and put his hand out for a fist bump, which Armin ignored and down his stairs, causing Eren to shrug, before stumbling his way up stairs, and over to the guest bedroom, which, quite frankly, could be called his bedroom with how much he stays in it.
Eren made his way in, and shut the door, and threw himself onto the bed, closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
***
Eren jolted awake to Armin pounding on the door
"Wake your ass up Eren, It's nearly noon."
"I'm up, I'm up" He groaned rubbing his temples, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache from his hangover.
"And take a damn shower, I swear I can smell you from behind this door."
Eren scrunched his nose. He couldn't say he was wrong.
Eren swung his legs over the bed, and stood up, grabbing his side. Although it had been 6 months, he didn't exactly allow himself to heal properly, so it was taking much longer to heal than it should have. Eren walked into the bathroom across the hall of the bedroom, and flipped on the light, and slipped off his shirt.
Eren looked at himself in the mirror, a look of disgust spread across his face. Sixth months ago he was at peak athleticism, and now he'd gained about five pounds of body fat, and lost a fair amount of his muscle, has a shaggy beard growing in, and greasy hair falling just below his jaw.
"What have you become, Eren." He said to himself
Eren sighed, and finished undressing himself, and hopped into the shower, and turned it on cold. The sudden freezing water causing him to lose all of his breath.
After about thirty seconds, he turned the water to a warmer temperature, and grabbed the soap sitting in the soap tray
***
Eren walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his head with the towel to dry his hair, and walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning Armin, Historia" Eren said throwing the towel over his shoulder
"Good morning, Eren" Historia responded, not looking up from her phone, and Armin just hummed in response.
"Hey Historia, How long until I'm finally healed?" Eren asked.
"Well, seeing how you refuse to take my, nor your best friends advice, at your rate it will probably take another year."
"Right.." Eren said, turning to Armin. "Hey Armin, Look, I'm sorry about last night, I promise this will be the last time."
"You've made that promise several times, Eren, and you've yet to keep it." Armin said, annoyance clearly prevalent in his voice, "I know I said I'll always be there for you, but now it just feels like you're using me."
Eren threw his arms up defensively "I'm not, I swear, look, I'll go get help today, I swear, you'll never have to pick me up from the bar again."
"You're right, Eren, you are getting help today, I made sure of it."
Eren looked at him, confused, opened his mouth to say something, when the houses doorbell sounded through the house.
"Whose here?" Eren asked, turning around to look at the door.
Armin breathed in
"I called Mikasa to talk to you."
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FanfictionFraud, Liar, Disgraced. Eren Yeager, a promising, and upcoming Mixed Martial Artist has his entire life, his dreams, and his career and life come crashing down on him as what was supposed to be his debut fight into the larger MMA world goes horribly...
