please me ; eren yeager x oc

dance on

Chapter: Thursday Night – 10:40 PM

The bathroom mirror was fogged slightly from the warm steam of Emma's shower. She rinsed out the last bit of hair dye, the deep burgundy with subtle violet undertones reflecting in the light. Humming along to Sabrina Carpenter's "Tornado Warnings", she gently wrung out her hair with a towel before wrapping it up and turning off the music.

Just as she reached for her phone to check the time, it buzzed in her hand. Jean's name popped up on the screen, his contact photo a goofy picture Sasha had taken of him mid-yawn. She swiped to answer.

"Yo, Em," his familiar voice greeted her.

"Hey, Jean," she replied, squeezing the towel around her hair to keep it from dripping.

"Wanna hit McDonald's? Everyone's coming—football guys, the girls, everyone. Just a chill thing before tomorrow. You in?"

Emma smiled at the invitation. It had been a long day of prep for the game and halftime routines, and a little downtime sounded perfect. "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you guys there."

"Cool. See you in a bit," Jean said before hanging up.

Emma threw on a pair of soft grey sweatpants and a cropped white tank top. She decided to skip makeup for the night, focusing instead on her skincare routine. She grabbed her Dior lip oil, applying a thin layer that gave her lips a glossy sheen before letting her damp hair fall loosely over her shoulders.

As she was slipping into her sneakers, her phone buzzed again—this time, a text from Eren.

Eren: "Need a ride?"

Emma: "Yeah, if you don't mind 🫶"

Eren: "Omw."

Emma smiled to herself, her fingers lightly brushing over the soft material of her sweatshirt as she grabbed her things. Not even five minutes later, a knock echoed from her front door. She opened it to find Eren leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie. His dark green eyes scanned her for a second before they locked on her hair.

"New look?" he asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, just dyed it earlier," Emma said, running her fingers through the freshly washed strands. "You like it?"

Eren tilted his head slightly, pretending to consider it before nodding. "Looks good. Suits you."

"Thanks." She grabbed her phone and keys before stepping out.

The drive to McDonald's was quiet but comfortable, the low hum of Eren's car engine filling the space. Emma found herself glancing out the window, the city lights passing by in a blur.

"You nervous about tomorrow?" Eren asked, breaking the silence.

"A little," she admitted. "The routines are intense this year, especially the last one. But honestly, I'm just excited to be dancing again."

Eren gave her a quick sideways glance, a faint smile on his face. "You'll kill it. Always do."

When they arrived, the McDonald's parking lot was already full of familiar cars. Inside, the group had taken over the largest corner booth, with people spilling into the surrounding tables. Sasha and Connie were seated at one end, their laughter practically echoing as Connie attempted to stack fries into a tower. Reiner leaned back in his chair, talking animatedly with Marco and Hitch, while Historia and Ymir were mid-bicker over something trivial. Annie and Armin sat close together, the new couple quietly chatting, and Mikasa was at the edge of the booth, scrolling through her phone.