I Don't Do Romance - Eren Jaeger x Reader

Note - R15 lime.

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"Eren, you're really doing this? Again?" You asked incredulously at the brunette teen who was presenting you with some flowers freshly picked from a small garden within the walls.

"Oh come on, (Name). You'll have to say yes sometime." The stubborn boy said in reply.

"I've told you before. I don't do romance." You said, but took the flowers anyways. They were wild ones of a soft pink and blue with a wonderful scent. You brought them to your nose and inhaled. "Thanks for the flowers, Eren, but shouldn't we be working?" You were assigned mucking duty with the green eyed boy, but he had taken the chance to make a move on you. The boy had been infatuated with you for years now, but you refused to give in to his advances. Chuckling, you teased, "You wouldn't want to get on Levi heichou's bad side, no?"

"Fuck." Eren cursed, wincing at the thought of the short, but intense and certainly intimidating corporal. "Fine, we'll clean up this horse shit first. Then I expect an answer from you, dammit!" The boy yelled, pointing at you.

Sighing, you ignored him and continued to clean. You had finished your half of the job before Eren and took to watching the boy toil. Swearing, the teen stabbed violently at the muck and hay mixture before tripping and landing on his ass. Luckily he didn't land in a pile of feces, but the accident was comical enough to make you giggle.

Truthfully, you knew that you were attracted to Eren as well. You admired his determination and will to kill all of the titans. Rarely would one see such a strong spirit in a time of apocalyptic chaos. You loved his eyes and smile too. Those orbs were such a pretty blend of blue tones and green, and his grin was so bright. However, you were scared. You didn't want to grow any more attached to him during quite a cruel period. Relationships were almost unattainable when the monstrous beasts known as titans could devour you or your partner in any time or battle.

"Hey, (Name)? Got an answer, yet?" Eren asked, resting the shovel against the wall.

"Sorry, but nothing changed. It's still a no." You said with a sad smile.

He swore he would win you over someday.

The next few days were spent training in the Survey Corps. Eren practiced his titan shifting ability and the rest of the cadets sparred. Paired up with Mikasa, you playfully taunted her by curling your pointer finger in a beckoning gesture with the wooden dagger clutched in your other hand. The oriental girl rushed towards you lifting her foot to kick your head only for you to duck. From your position below, you tried to kick her legs from under her, but Mikasa jumped and flipped back. You dashed forwards and attempted to punch her and the short black haired girl grabbed your arm and flipped you over. Although you were on the ground, not one to give up, you struggled and Mikasa was forced to pin you down, grabbing the dagger and holding it to your throat.

"Aww, guess I still can't beat you, Mikasa." You said pouting. You were in the top ten, one of the best cadets and could hold your own in a fight against the woman for a good while, but you could never win.

Eren, taking a break from using his titan powers had stopped to watch the sparring soldiers. Grinning at your loss, he called, "(Name), what was that? You can usually last two or three minutes longer."

"Oh shut up, Eren. I could kick your ass anytime."

"Bring it then." Copying your hand gesture towards Mikasa and using it on you, Eren chuckled, "Come and get me."

You did, and were about to hit him with a right hook to the chin, knowing that he was just as skilled as you and should've been able to avoid it. You never intentionally tried to harm the boy when sparring, but you guessed that today was a bad day. The boy was slow to move, and although you didn't reach your original target, you ended up whacking him right on the cheek. Maybe he was distracted or something. (Yes, he was - by you.)