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Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Eren x Reader

Helping Hands

    Classroom 104: the local safe haven for many Trost Academy students. It’s here that they gather to hold many conversations about the stresses of their college curriculum while on lunch break or regain the many hours of sleep lost due to staying up late trying to get work done. Today, the air buzzed with the voices of the freshmen excitedly chattering about a certain topic. They sat on the desktops, their bright eyes focusing on a young man with brown hair and powerful cerulean eyes. His cheeks were a lightly dusted pink, warm from the pressure of being the center of attention.

    His name was Eren Jaeger. He was known for his determination and ambitious ideals. To not know of him was to not know of anything worthwhile in the academy. Even more popular in terms of discussion was his adoptive sister, Mikasa Ackerman. She was never seen without Eren, so she had to be included in today’s meeting. She sat beside him, toying with the red scarf around her neck while her brother squirmed. Normally, Eren would be comfortable with the Room 104’s friendly atmosphere. However, he couldn’t relax knowing that the subject of today’s meeting was, in fact, about his longtime crush.

    His childhood friend.

    Of course, when everyone that usually visited 104 was informed of this, they looked to Armin Arlert in confusion. He was Eren’s other childhood friend, a shy boy as brilliant as his blonde hair and blue eyes. He dispelled any thoughts heading in that direction by explaining that he wasn’t the person they wanted to consult. He pointed to the slumbering girl in the corner of the classroom, headphones over her ears. She, like Mikasa, was hardly seen without Eren at her side, but she often wandered the halls without needing any company.

    “We’ve known her since elementary school,” Armin informed the group, gesturing to Eren’s bashful face. “He’s crushed on her since middle school.”

    “Armin!” warned Eren, glaring at him.

    “Sorry, Eren…it’s just that everyone already knows. Right?”

    He was met with unanimous nods. This just embarrassed Eren even further, but he kept up a straight face. It was the truth. Since everyone here were graduates of the same high school, they knew precisely who you were to Eren. Or what he wanted you to be. This was all very new to Eren. When it came to doing hard work or balancing multiple jobs, he could handle it. If someone needed help, he’d gladly give it. No matter how tough a situation was, he’d get through it. However, asking you out was a whole other ball game.

    He didn’t know why. You were his friend, his very best friend, and he knew he could tell you anything. Hell, he even confided in you his deepest thoughts and emotions he’d kept bottled up. It’s just…he felt very strange about sharing his love for you. Sure, he’s told you he’s loved you before—only in a familial way. This love he’d developed over time was different. He wanted you to be more than a shoulder to cry on, more than a confidant. He wanted…you. Plain and simple.

    Eren didn’t want to possibly lose your friendship by complicating it with his more-than-friends feelings for you, but he wanted to do something about it. He had no idea how to start, which was why—much to Mikasa’s and Armin’s coaxing—he was going to sit and listen to his other “experienced” friends.

    Even his enemies.

    “I don’t know why you’re having trouble with this, Jaeger,” Jean said, with all the pride and arrogance he could muster. Eren resisted the urge to cuff him in his long face and dug his hands under his armpits. “She’s not that hard to approach; just tell her you like her.”

    “That’s not fair, Jean,” Marco cut in, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “It took you a few days to talk to Mikasa and all you got to say to her was how nice her hair was.”

    The group broke out in laughter as Jean’s face burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. The loudest laugh belonged to Reiner, self-proclaimed “big brother” of the 104 group. He was wiping the tears out of his eyes, almost leaning on his tall friend, Bertholdt, for support by the time he recovered.

    “I know it sounds lame and cliché, Eren, but just be yourself,” he advised.

    “What we need is a plan,” piped up Christa, hopping off of the desktop to grab both of Eren’s hands. “You’re going to take her on a date.”

    “A date? Where, though?” Eren asked.

    “You’re her friend, so you should know where. Is there a place she’s been wanting to go? A movie she wants to see?”

    Now that he’s thought about it, there was a new fun center that opened near where he lived. Once he told you about it, it was pretty clear that you wanted to go. Eren shared that with Christa and that sparked a whole discussion about what he could do to finally confess to you.



    “Can’t believe I’m freaking out over this.”

    You were staring into the abyss that was your closet, in desperate search for something to wear. Why was it that you have so many clothes, but none of them was good enough for you to wear? Must be one of the curses that come with being female. Anyway, the source of your indecision was due to Eren Jaeger asking you out. Your best friend, Eren. The Eren who peed the bed and blamed it on you. It still hadn’t registered, yet.

    You just thought it strange how Armin had mentioned to you earlier today that Eren had a crush on you. The former had always tried to convince of that, however, you didn’t expect the latter to act on it so soon. Your mind reflected on the events that happened hours ago.

    “If that was true, Armin, I’m sure that he would’ve done something about it,” you had said, yawning as you stretched. Class had concluded and you were walking with Armin to the parking lots. He was your ride home if Eren wasn’t available, which was rare. He was trying to convince you—for the fourth time this week—that your best friend had the biggest crush on you. You’d like to think that you knew Eren and his mannerisms. If he liked you in that way, you were sure that you would catch him acting odd.

    You were fine with or without a boyfriend, but you weren’t against the idea of Eren filling that role. He was everything you found attractive in a guy: confident, ambitious, and a bit stubborn. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit to falling for his looks. You just had a hard time believing that you were the one he had an eye on. Your self-esteem was average, so this wasn’t the kind of deal where you felt like you weren’t good enough for him or anything. You simply wanted proof. Armin’s argument would sound more believable if Eren had taken action on these so-called feelings for you. He was a do-er; not some lovesick puppy.

    “Yes, but some guys are hesitant around girls they like,” Armin argued, turning the ignition on as soon as you buckled your seatbelt.

    “True,” you huffed, jumping when your phone vibrated. It was a text from Eren.

    Wanna go to the fun center?

    You rose an eyebrow at the timing, glancing towards Armin, who looked real tense. Disregarding the coincidence, you accepted Eren’s invitation. He replied that he’ll pick you up at 7:30 tonight, which lead you to the panic you were feeling at precisely at this moment, which was 7:25.

    You silently berated yourself for worrying over a date at the fun center. You picked out a simple blouse and a pair of jeans, heading downstairs once you heard the doorbell. You opened the door to see a bashful Eren. He was wearing a burgundy shirt with tan cargo pants, looking especially handsome.

    “You look nice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

    “Thanks. You look nice yourself.”

    An awkward silence filled the air. Eren cleared his throat to fill it, but did nothing else. You chuckled, taking his hand.

    “You wanna get going?” you suggested, pulling him towards his car.

    “Yeah.”

    Unknown to you, the group from Room 104 was supervising. They crammed in Armin and Jean’s cars, excitedly chattering away about the outcome of your date with Eren. In Jean’s car was Marco, Bertholdt, Annie, and Reiner. In Armin’s car were Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Christa, and Ymir. The commotion in Armin’s car was very distracting and the boy was trying his best not to let his nerves overtake him.

    “Armin, Armin!” Sasha chirped. “Do you think Eren’s gonna confess?”

    “He’d better,” Ymir scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s freakin’ painful watching him drool over that girl.”

    “I hope so, Sasha,” Armin answered. He knew Eren wouldn’t let them down. Once he was given something to work with, he could come out with pleasing results. Armin was just hoping that this night would end with you accepting Eren’s feelings.



    The fun center was bustling with activity and Eren was glad that you were seeing why it was living up to its name. He paid for every game you wanted to play, fine with spending his money as long as you were happy. He was perfectly content with watching you laugh and smile when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He turned away from you groaning at your horrible aiming skills, glancing at his phone. It was a text from Mikasa.

    It’s getting late. You’ve got one more game to get on with it.

    As blunt as she was, she was right. He couldn’t stall anymore. When you scored one last basket, he put away his phone and smiled.

    “Having fun?” he asked.

    “Yeah!”

    “One last game, then we gotta get going.”

    You ran over to the air hockey table, gripping the mallet in anticipation. Eren wasn’t even focusing on the game as you beat the puck towards him with all your might. The turmoil turning in his mind was too demanding. He thought that this game was similar to what he felt for you. His feelings were represented by the puck. Every time he wanted to toss them your way, he was afraid that they’d be deflected right back at him. Then there were times where he wanted to see what would happen if he was successful.

    Would you accept or not?

    Either way, this was his chance to see any of those realities come true.

    The puck being slammed ruthlessly in between both of the mallets, Eren filled his lungs with air and said:

    “I love you!”

    Hearing those words blurted out froze you in place. Unfortunately, the puck couldn’t afford to be stopped by a boy’s mere words and banged into your knuckles. You groaned as you sank to the floor. The intense pain should’ve been the first thing on your mind, but you didn’t want to be mistaken. Did you really hear him right? Eren…loved you? He was at your side in an instant, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

    “I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed, kissing your hand. “Are you okay?”

    “Yeah, I’m fine.” You chuckled. “So it was true? About your crush…on me?”

    A blush fell over his tan skin. “Y-Yeah…”

    “Well, it’s about time you did something about it, Jaeger.”

    You pressed your lips against Eren’s, curling your fingers in his soft hair. Your hand hurt, goosebumps covered your body, and people were cheering, but you didn’t care. Eren finally acted on his feelings and you gladly accepted them—

    Wait, people were cheering?

    You broke away from the dazed Eren’s lips and searched for the source of the cheering. Your friends from Room 104 were unabashedly hooting and waving at you. You could only smile, thankful for the helping hands of your friends.