Better Off This Way: Eren Jaeger x Reader [MODERN]

~Chapter 8~

Here I am, I made it to school. In a new outfit because I ate shit in the last.
I don't look nice, all of my good clothes were in the wash.
I had on a black Friday the 13th t-shirt, some faded grey jeans, and a black blazer on top as an attempt to pull the outfit together. My [H/L] [H/C] hair was tied into a messy bun.
[if you have short hair, your hair just looked super messy.]

I was late, but not as late as I would have been running to school if Mikasa hadn't stopped by to drop off some things and kindly (and by that, I mean lacking wholeheartedness) drove me to the college.

As the day dragged itself on, I had trouble keeping myself from falling asleep during professor Erwin Smith's discussion on the relevance of Shakespearian philosophy as applied to modern situations.
My only uplift for today was knowing that my Dramatic Arts class was after this one, but then the thought of having to preform and do games with an upset stomach had me feeling uneasy.

"And that's it for today. You may all pack your things and leave." Erwin spoke, signifying the end of this class.

I quickly gathered my things and went to scurry out the door.
"Miss [L/N], I would like to speak to you for a moment." Erwin's strong yet calm voice called to me.
Shit! He must have seen me falling asleep in class...
I wearily shuffled over to his desk, preparing myself for a good scorning.
As I approach his desk, I noticed him closely observing my outfit for today.
"Interesting choice of attire." He muttered.
"Not quite up to par with your normally distinguishable taste." He then adds.
"But then again, what do I know about fashion? I still wear bow ties. Of course they're clip ones considering my very obvious impairment." Erwin chuckled slightly, moving what was left of his right arm.
Wow.... he gets me... and I love that he wears bow ties! This guy knows what's up.
"I'm really sorry for falling asleep briefly during class today..." I trail off.
"Oh, nevermind that. Shakespeare can be boring as hell. You know I have to follow school criteria and all." He shrugged it off.
"What I'd like to discuss however, is the thesis you handed in to me when I requested to understand what you hoped to gain from this class." Erwin continued.
I tilted my head.
"Did.... did I mess it up?"
"No no, not at all. Once I filtered out the two pages of over dramatic series of developments resembling pitches for unwritten romantic sci-fi sagas, three pages of rants on the declining state of social security in our nation which seem to be stained with tear drops and speckles of red wine, also accompanied by a very heart felt strongly worded letter written to the secretary of the UN demanding justice for animal testing, I was able to salvage some very valid and profound points you made about how literature can have positive affects on social development. All of this seemed excessive considering I only requested one page but nonetheless you made some good points. You clearly value the arts more than the average person, and I must say, in the short time I have known you young lady, I have witnessed a lot of potential in you. You could really make something out of this, obviously the arts isn't for everyone, and it's not the most marketable of studies, but I really believe that you could find success within it if you really apply yourself." Erwin finally finished explaining.
"You're a very eccentric person, but somehow it works for you. Whatever the world may think of you, is irrelevant. You have a presence, don't let the collective take that from you."
"I- uh- wow. Okay- That's- Thanks." I smiled.
Erwin chuckled.
"That's all I wanted to tell you. Now if you don't mind, I have a Filet Mignon with sauce bordelaise accompanied by duchess potatoes and roasted broccolini waiting for me in the professors lounge, I should hurry considering my meals have been subject to theft, perpetrated by the other professors who seem to envy good taste. -Hey! Hands of those Dos Equis, those are MY Dos Equis'! MY DOS EQUIS!" He quickly jogged out of the room.

"WHERE ARE MY SEVERED HEADS?! I SWEAR I JUST HAD MY SEVERED HEADS!" I yelled frantically.
"Did YOU take my severed heads?" I questioned enraged, pointing my angry finger at Marco. The rest of the class looked uneasy.
"I-I...don't know what to do here.." Marco stuttered.
"Just roll with it! It's improv!" My dramatic arts professor Ms. Petra Ral clapped her hands excitedly.
"O-oh.... um.... n-no?" Marco said softly.
"HMM?" I yell.
"EH!" Petra exclaimed as if mimicking a buzzer.
"Marco honey, you can't decline offers! This is improv, remember?" Petra said wholeheartedly.
"Oh- r-right... uh... yes?" Marco stuttered out once again.
"WHAT?!" I yell, flailing my arms up.
"Okay, Marco, she's the last party guest, you gotta guess now or never." Petra said softly.
"Um... are you- uh... Jeffrey Dahmer? Is that who I invited?" Marco questioned.
"Did I say I was gonna EAT my severed heads?" I chuckled.
"Um... Ms. Ral.... [Y/N] is scaring me a little.." Marco raised his hand slightly.
I put my arm over his shoulder and gave him a light punch on the arm.
"Don't sweat it so much, Marco. It's not like I actually keep severed heads...." I said wholeheartedly, making Marco awkwardly chuckle.
"I just keep the tongues." I tease once more.
"Ehhhhh!..." Marco sweats.
"Hah! This doesn't gets old."
"Alright alright [Y/N] that's enough. Marco, just keep guessing! We're running out of time." Petra enthused.
"Are you Vlad the Impaler?" He asked.
"What?! How do you confuse impalement with decapitation, there's quite clearly two different complex procedures involved!" I say, chuckling.
"Alright, alright! I give up." Marco said.
"Has really no one ever heard of Edmund Kemper?" I ask, shrugging irritably.
"I don't think that's necessary criteria for daily life experiences." A class mate says.
"Well I THOUGHT you guys would have known who that was but I suppose I was sorely mistaken." I sigh.
Just then, slow yet loud clapping could be heard from the shadows of the drama theatre.
Everyone looked around in complete and utter confusion, including myself.
Slowly, Mikasa then emerged from the darkness of the room.
"Well I thought it was brilliant." She said cooly.
"Well! I think this is a good place to end class today!" Petra said, glancing at her watch to see the time.
Indistinguishable conversations began as everybody grabbed their belongings and left.
"Mikasa? What on earth are you doing here?" I question in confusion.
"What do you mean? I'm here to pick up my new girlfriend." She said slyly, playfully grappling me into a noogy.
"Hey watch it!" I say, fixing my hair back into place and pouting snobbishly.
Mikasa speaks again.
"Okay, relax Prudela Voorhees. I've got some groceries for you and Eren, c'mon. Let's go to your guys' place and I'll make the two of you something to eat."