𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

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𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄, the faint rustle of pages turning and the low whispers of other students providing a comforting backdrop to my thoughts. I squint at the screen, trying to focus on the psychology documents in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering back to last night. I can still feel the warmth of Sasha's laughter echoing in my ears, her teasing remarks about Eren lingering like an annoying song stuck in my head.

"Ugh, I can't focus," I mutter under my breath, pushing my hood further over my face. My messy bun feels more chaotic than ever, a fitting reflection of my scattered thoughts. I glance over at Mikasa, who is lost in her book, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

"Mikasa," I say, trying to break the silence. "You think it's weird that I can't stop thinking about Eren?"

She looks up, her dark eyes piercing through the room, and I can't help but feel a little exposed under her gaze. "Weird? Yes. You just had a weird experience with him at the party and now it's like your world is ending. But, I guess It's natural to think about it."

"Yeah yeah, but it's driving me crazy!" I exclaim, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Like, one minute I'm convinced I hate him, and the next, I'm wishing I could just kiss him again. It's all so... confusing."

Mikasa closes her book and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "You know, it's not just you. Eren can be... overwhelming. He has a way of making people feel things they don't expect."

I let out a humorless laugh. "Overwhelming is one way to put it. He's infuriating, and I hate how much I find myself wanting to be around him. And then I think about how he might just be playing with me like I'm some kind of toy."

Mikasa raises an eyebrow. "You think he's just toying with you? I doubt he'd waste his time if he wasn't at least a little interested. Eren's not exactly known for playing games, I mean he's my best friend for goodness sake."

"Maybe not," I concede, my fingers tapping nervously against the keyboard. "But what if he's just flirting with me to pass the time? Like I'm some... side project while he's waiting for something better to come along?"

"Or maybe.. he genuinely likes you," Mikasa counters, her tone more serious now. "I've seen the way he looks at you and talks about you. It's different from how he looks at other girls. But yeah, you're probably thinking 'he doesn't even know me and I haven't known him long' but feelings develop fast, I guess."

My heart skips a beat at her words, and I shake my head in disbelief. "You really think so? It's just so hard to believe. What if I read it all wrong and he's just... being himself?"

"Then talk to him," she suggests, shrugging her shoulders. "You're overthinking it. Just ask him what he wants. Communication is key, Y/N."

I stare at Mikasa, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. "Easier said than done. What if he laughs in my face or says he's just having fun? Or worse, what if he doesn't want anything serious? I can't handle the embarrassment."

"Then don't put so much pressure on it," Mikasa replies, her voice soothing. "Just see where things go. You can't control how someone else feels or what they want."