🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

Justice

Eren rolled over, blinking awake at exactly five thirteen a.m. as he had for the last two years. He rolled out of bed and stretched his long limbs, popping and cracking his joints until the rest of his body felt as awake as his mind. The guys on the team thought he was a natural, but he knew better: the only thing that came naturally to him was his passion. The rest was hard work, sweat, and waking up at five in the morning, every morning, rain or shine to shoot hoops. He pulled on his under armor leggings, long sleeved t shirt, and shorts and crept silently down the hallway past his parents' and little siblings' bedroom, waiting until he got to the front door to put on his sneakers.

He had learned through a substantial amount of irritating trial and error that the combination of his sneakered feet and the floorboards was enough to break through any morning's oppressive tranquility. Both Zeke and Faye were light sleepers and if he woke them up, one or both of the twelve year old twins would insist on trailing him to the park and he just didn't want to deal with that, today or any day. His morning routine was as much for his mind as it was for his body: the bounce of the basketball ringing, uninterrupted, through the quiet morning had taken on a meditative quality for him that he couldn't quite explain.

He had a basketball hoop in front of the house but he walked past it, shivering slightly as he stepped out into the cool November morning. The concussive bounce of the ball against the asphalt and backboard might be a neutral sound to him, but it would wake up half the neighborhood and he didn't feel like dealing with people's complaints.

He thought about his younger siblings as he walked the three blocks to the local urban park. With their long dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes people easily pegged them as twins, but they looked nothing like him at all, not to mention the fact that they were both near clones of his father. Eren looked so much like his mother that it was a common family joke that his mom brought him into the family from a previous marriage, but that was only because they discounted the traits they had in common- their chocolate brown hair and impressive height. Eren also had his paternal Grandma Dina's blue-green eyes, a shade so unusual it could only be inherited.

He didn't really understand as a four year old why his parents wanted to have more children when everything was fine with just the three of them...why they would work so hard and his mom had to take medicine that made her cry and throw up and yell at them all the time. The kids themselves weren't so bad, though. Eren remembered creeping into the babies' room one night when they were only a few weeks old and both of them were awake but quiet. They had stared up at him with their big blue eyes and just smiled, reaching out their chubby little fingers and gripping onto him like he was the most important person in the whole world. 

They could definitely be annoying at times, but for the most part they worshipped him and he felt comfortable enough with that dynamic. They were grateful for his attention when he was in the mood to notice them and didn't bother him too much when he wasn't, since they had each other to keep themselves occupied.

They only became truly annoying when they were separated for any length of time, to the point where his parents had even stopped trying to convince them to sleep in separate bedrooms. Trying to split them up caused bitter screaming and tantrums that lasted for weeks and inevitably- whether they were locked in or not, they would find a way to sneak into each other's rooms after everyone was asleep. Eventually they claimed their victory and the fourth bedroom was turned into a dedicated space for the three of them to study- and for the overflow display of Eren's basketball trophies.

The sky was lightening to a stormy gray by the time Eren reached the park and started warming up with free throws, sinking basket after basket. It would be a better warm up if he was playing one on one, but at least when he was alone he could think. He slowed his breathing as he ran back over last night's game in his mind's eye, reenacting all the plays he could remember, battling phantom opponents just as aggressively as he had the day before when they had been in front of him.