Just A Shipping, Right? [Eren Jaeger x Reader]

Six

"Alright, that's it for today!" Hina announces and everyone cheers, excited to eat dinner and sleep at home. It was 6 in the evening, so it was dinner time. You dragged your exhausted frame to the corner where you changed and got your hair fixed. So tired. . . . You and Eren managed to finish much more scenes than you thought. The frustrating part about filming scenes were that: they're short and if you mess up, it's retake after retake. Reciting the same lines and using the same expressions gets super exhausting after a few hours. No matter how frustrating it was, it was funny whenever Eren would stutter and ponder what his next line was, and he'd make the weirdest face after he messed up a line. There were many pros and cons, but you had to admit, acting was your passion and you loved to convey characters as best as you can. Kind of similar to playing house as little kids, but you get paid for it. You began dressing in a tent and thought about all the shows and movies you've done in the span of 5 years. That's how long you had been in the Shonen Jump industry, and no matter how trash it was and how stupid the higher ups were, you enjoyed acting with your co stars. You stepped out of the tent when you finished changing and you were back in your clothes that you arrived in. Ahh, comfortable clothes. You thanked everyone for their hard work, grabbed your essentials, and followed after your manager, who was once again on his phone. Seemed to be interviewers and reporters asking about the viral picture of you and Eren.  Speaking of Eren, I wonder if he left to talk to Mikasa. You shrugged and whipped out your phone, only to see many notifications from all your social media accounts, but your eyes stopped on a certain notification from your friend, Mikasa. It was a simple message that sent your stomach into knots—-why? You shook your head and read the message over and over again in your head.

Mi Casa: I'm telling Eren.

Sent 12:54 PM

So, she's finally going to confess. After these 4 years, she's finally got the courage to! But, something about the message seemed so unsettling— for some reason. You know that the both of you still haven't talked about the time Eren dropped you off, and you were afraid that she'd get the wrong idea. You stopped in your tracks as a thought occurred to you. Why? Why should I be afraid about Mikasa getting the wrong idea? Do I. . .feel guilty? The nagging feeling game back to gnaw on you again, but your manger's voice shook you out of your trance. Your manager drove you home and you spotted your mom's familiar red car, and a smile crept onto your lips. They're back home! You rushed to unlock the door and you were met with the smell of delicious food. "Ah, it smells good!" You shouted and Kazuya runs towards you from the kitchen, his bright grin coming to your view. "Ew, it's you!" You pretended to be scared and backed off, and Kazuya glared at you, and then blew a raspberry.

"You know, I didn't even miss you anyway!" He whined and walked back to the kitchen. You laughed and ran after him, taking his small figure in your arms and running around in the kitchen.

"I was kidding! I missed you!" You could hear your mom laughing and then the smell of pasta reached your nose. Kazuya thrashed his legs and whined while you remained holding him as you walked over to look at what your mom was cooking. "Today's a lucky day! I freaking love chicken Alfredo pasta!"

"Yeah, I'm cooking it for me," your mom retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"Let me go! I'm mad at you!" Kazuya shouted and tried to head butt your chin, but you been through this too many times to know his motive. You moved your head and he hit your shoulder.

"Oh, you're mad?" You raised a brow and started to wiggle your fingers on his sides. Laughter arose from him and he swung his hand and slapped you in the process. "Ow! What the heck!" You dropped the brat to bring a hand over to your forehead and slightly glared at him.

"That's why you don't bother him," your mom sang and Kazuya laughed at you, satisfied with hurting you.

"That's right, noob! Get hurt!" He shouted proudly and cackled. Before you were about to run after him, your mom stopped you.