🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

The Rogue Titan

The piercing screech of the referee's whistle echoed in the gym as the other boy's body thudded against the floor. Eren whipped around, slamming the basketball down in frustration, and turning his heated glare on the man with the whistle as he spoke the inevitable.

"Foul!"

"What are you talking about? I never touched him!"

"Settle down, son"

"Eren! Bench."

Turquoise eyes flashed in furious defiance, but Eren stalked off the court and sat down, his eyes narrowing darkly at the member of the opposing team he had flattened when he ripped the ball out of his grasp. He exchanged a glance with Coach Nanaba who nodded imperceptibly and turned back to the game. It might not have worked out this time, but the coach would turn a blind eye to his aggressive gameplay. She always did, when she wasn't openly encouraging it. 

The Paradis High School Titans were ruthless and Eren was their captain. A different kind of coach might have objected to his methods, but Nanaba liked to win and Eren was a winner. If he had to smear the court with a little bit of blood in the process, so be it. The cheering of the crowd echoed off the walls and ceiling of the gym and Eren sat back, watching Bert and Reiner sleekly rebound and pass the ball to Mike who easily sank the half court shot as the clock ran out on the third period. Eren was on his feet before the coach could even gesture. 

"All right, all right! We have them on the run, but we aren't gonna ease up. I don't want to just win. We are sending a message to the other teams this season that the Titans are gonna crush everyone who meets us on the court. I want to see the fear in their eyes."

She looked at Eren, her blue eyes glinting. 

"Take it home for me, Rogue."

Eren bared his teeth and put his hand in.

"Titans on three! One, two, three, TITANS!"

Eren and his crew burst back onto the court. He exchanged a look with Jean and the other boy nodded. The next ten minutes were a blowout. Eren, Jean, Mike, Bert, and Reiner were a well oiled machine of destruction, Coach Nanaba's A-team. Eren, Jean, and Mike had played together since middle school and knew each other's gameplay inside and out. Bert and Reiner were freaking monster's on the court. Bert was just over six foot three and faster than someone his size had a right to be. Reiner was two inches shorter but built like a brick shithouse; running into him was like slamming face first into a brick wall. 

Mike was also massive, taller than Bert at six foot five, but slower. He might not be competitive in the pros, but his uncanny ability to sink a shot from literally anywhere on the court made him an incredible asset to the team. Eren and Jean were evenly matched on the court and best friends off of it. They competed in everything but both knew that when it came to basketball, Eren had the edge. He had a killer instinct that Jean and his other teammates lacked. Maybe it made him an asshole, but he was a winning asshole, and everyone loves a winner. 

He was already being scouted for College ball and had every intention of playing the sport he loved for as long as he possibly could. Eren took a breath, centering himself as he whirled and pivoted down the court. The crowd faded and he could feel his heartbeat and the sweat as it poured off his body, splattering on the hardwood. Jean had possession but he was trapped, he passed the ball to Reiner who was also hemmed in and couldn't break out without fouling. Eren saw his chance and took it, slipping past the man riding his ass and charging up the center of the court. 

Reiner's free throw bounced high but Eren was already mid-leap, ripping the rebound out of the air and slamming the ball through the hoop. Sound came back to Eren as his feet touched the ground. The roar of the crowd was so deafening it almost drowned out the buzzer ending the game. He high-fived his teammates and made his way off the court, glancing at the scoreboard. He nodded to himself, doing some quick mental arithmetic. He was definitely a team player, but for his own personal training, if he didn't score at least half of his team's points per game, he wasn't working hard enough. It was only the second game of the season, so being undefeated didn't mean much just yet, but he was a Junior now and for the sake of his future he refused to let up.