Why not kill myself with love?

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   It was the first day of school and, of course, Eren Jaeger was running late. As much as he would try, he couldn't blame his alarm clock, or bad scheduling, or even not wanting to go. He just...forgot. I mean how can you forget the first day of your college experience, but it's Eren.
Sprinting across the grass separating the dorm and general building, Eren frantically tried to not drop his bag or fall. Eren checked his watch,
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
He was going on twenty minutes late. Not being prepared to stop himself, he stumbled into the door of the general building of the campus. Eren speed walked down to the elevator and impatiently pressed the button multiple times.
"Come on, come on, come on." He muttered under his breath. The elevator doors open and he got in them and pressed the close door button. It went up and stopped at the third floor, he needed the fifth. A short, raven-haired male stepped onto the elevator and pressed the fifth floor button. The two shared glances, but the moment was short lived. Eren looked at the man again, taking in all of his features. Eren couldn't describe the feeling he got from that short glance, but he felt it was something special. The ding of the elevator brought Eren back to reality. He grinned at the man and got off the elevator, the man following. As he began basically running to his class Eren couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened to him.
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Eren walked into the classroom and found a seat. The professor was currently doing a lecture on their math section. Opening his bag, Eren retrieved his laptop, notebook, and pencil. He pulled up a document and began to take notes, occasionally doing an equation on the notebook sheet. The class seemed to fly by and soon enough the professor dismissed the class. Eren put his supplies away in his backpack and walked out of the room.
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Damn Dakota, back at it again with the terrible writing. Well I hope you guys enjoy. Expect an update within the day.

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