𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 • ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

the lazy

𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑

"𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐏, 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊."
I'm laying at the end of my bed, sitting. My computer sits in my lap, waiting to be turned on.

Eren, who's sprawled out on the floor, lifts his head when I speak. His eyes narrow, clearly annoyed, but he gets up without a word. I can hear him muttering under his breath as he moves over to my desk, the sound of his footsteps heavy on the floor.

"Which one?" he asks, rifling through a mess of papers, books, and random items I've thrown together.

I roll my eyes and look over at him from my position at the bed. "The one with the bright yellow bag, Eren. You can't miss it."

He picks it up, clearly not caring that half the chips have spilled out of the bag. "You know, I'm starting to think you're just making me do things for fun," he says, holding the open bag out toward me with a sarcastic grin.

I take the chips, giving him a sideways glance. "You were already up. I'm just making sure you're useful."

Eren plops down beside me on the bed, leaning back against the wall. "I'm more useful than you think," he says with a smirk, picking up his phone and scrolling through it absentmindedly.

I shrug, popping a chip into my mouth. "Prove it then." I toss him the bag as I begin to log into my computer, already feeling the weight of the night creeping in. A part of me wishes I could just forget about everything—about the mess we're in, about how everything feels so up in the air.

"Always the challenge," he mutters, catching the bag and pulling a handful of chips out. He chews slowly, his eyes now focused on the screen of my laptop as I type away.

It's almost like we've fallen into some kind of routine, even though everything between us is still a mess. We've always had moments like this, though—little silences that don't feel awkward, shared spaces where nothing needs to be said. But even with him sitting here beside me, there's still this gnawing feeling in the back of my mind, like we're both pretending it's okay.

But right now, I focus on the sound of Eren crunching the chips and the soft click of keys under my fingers. Sometimes, it's just easier to be quiet and exist in the same room together.

"Come sit up here with me, I'll just lay on you." I smile innocently, patting the place where my four pillows lay.

Eren raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, so I'm a pillow now?"

"Yeah, you're finally useful," I say, giving him a teasing grin. "Come on, just get up here."

With a smirk, he shuffles up onto the bed, and I scoot over to give him space. He leans back against the stack of pillows, crossing his arms as he settles in beside me. I slide closer, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat.

He doesn't say anything, but I can feel him relax, his breathing slowing as he sinks into the quiet of the room. One of his arms wraps around me, and I almost laugh at how natural it feels, like he's done it a thousand times.

"So... comfy yet?" he murmurs, a hint of a smirk still on his face as he looks down at me.

I nod, closing my eyes and letting myself settle into the warmth of his body. "Yeah, but don't get used to it," I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.