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THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY WIP, 'GENUINE FATE'. IT INCLUDES TWO SHIPS, EREMIKA & ARUANI. IT HAS 4 POV'S OF EACH OF THE CHARACTERS.

I AM UP TO CHAPTER 9 ON AO3 AND I HOPE YOU CHECK IT OUT <33

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CHAPTER 1— THE WOMAN WHO’S NOT EVELYN

EREN POV:

Today’s the day that I’m going to get married to the love of my life. Getting married this early was something that my parents were really concerned about. I'm 25 years old, and I’m fangirling over a woman.

This day is going to be the most important day in my life, point blank. I was nervous as I walked up to the altar. This is going to be something documented in history. The photographers took their photos of me as I was walking. It really felt unreal, getting married to the love of my life. She was someone who I genuinely really cared for, she really got me caught in a love loop.

Everyone’s eyes were on me. I took my stance as I waited for my soon to be wife to walk down the aisle. My, Evelyn. A large grin came across my face, even just saying her name in my head… My partner since highschool. We even went through college together. If I went back and told myself in highschool that this was happening, I wouldn’t have believed myself.

I waited for about 8 minutes or so, and there was no Evelyn. What’s going on? Is she taking more time to get ready than I initially thought? I know the process for getting ready when you’re a bride is quite a lot. But still, it concerns me. She was supposed to be out here and walking down the aisle 4 minutes ago. I bet she looks beautiful in her dress too, that’s what makes me even more anxious to see her.

After a few more minutes, there was no Evelyn. I became even more confused. What’s going on? She should’ve been out here so much longer ago. So why is she taking so long? What’s really going on?

I became anxious. Why does this happen to me? What the hell is taking her this long to come walk over here. I understand that it’s an important day, because I feel the same way– but still. She’s way off schedule. It’s completely stressing me out.

Evelyn’s father started to walk down the aisle by himself. He kept walking as each footstep got closer to me. He looked me in my eyes and moved his mouth over near my ear and whispered, “Evelyn is gone.”

I froze. I couldn’t process what was going on at the moment. Evelyn’s gone? That’s actually impossible. She was so excited about today. She used to have fantasies of us being together on this special day. I started to stress out as I answered him, “What do you mean, Evelyn’s gone? Where is she?”

Her father let out a quiet sigh, “Last time we saw her was a few minutes ago. She was in the car with a man. I think it’s safe to say that she ran away from the wedding.”

My face went completely pale. It almost felt like I was hyperventilating. Nothing was making any sense at this point. Evelyn being gone… It sounded so fake. But she was with a man in the car? A man? Why doesn’t any of this make sense?!

There was nothing I could do. I could barely even follow along with what he was saying. Was that 8 years down the drain? A tear started to form in my left eye, “Why? Why did she leave me…?”

“I-I–” Her father started to stutter as he was answering me, “I don’t know, son. If I were to guess, it was that she didn’t think she was ready for this committed life.”

I looked down at my shoes, “What do you mean, not ready? We’ve been dating for 8 years straight. We probably should’ve gotten married earlier if anything.” I lifted my head to look at him directly in his face as I continued, “And to put something on top of that, you— you saw her. You saw her in that car with a man and didn’t stop her whatsoever. Mr. Schult, why didn’t you stop her? Your daughter is someone who I consider to be the love of my life. Why would you let her just run off…?”

In the silence of Evelyn’s father, all I could hear was the people sitting down, whispering to one another.

He started to speak, “If she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready. I really do appreciate the love that you have for my daughter, but if she has her gut telling her to do something… it usually isn’t wrong. If you really love her, just let her go.”

I practically laughed, let her go? Is he serious…? “Let her go? Do you understand how much money this whole wedding was and how much time the people wasted coming here? Along as the most important thing, my love for her…? Do you really not realize how deeply in love I am with her? You make me sick. I hate you.”

He looked at me in my eyes, “The purchases? The last time I checked, I was the one who paid for all of this because you don’t have any money. Check yourself. And I also guess that you didn’t love my daughter hard enough, ‘cause she didn’t stay.”

I never wanted to punch a man so hard in his face before. I can’t believe anything that’s coming out of his mouth right now. “So is this it?” I questioned him, “Is this really the end between me and your daughter…?”

I saw my mother come up to me in my peripheral vision, “Eren, what’s going on?” She asked me.

I turned to her, “Evelyn is gone. She ran away. This all feels like some sick movie.”

My mothers eyes went wider than mine, “What?! Evelyn’s gone?!” Her voice was loud. I’m sure you could hear her from a mile away.

“Mom!” I started to become stressed out as everyone was whispering even louder and more frequently to one another, “Please, did you have to yell that?”

“I’m sorry Eren, but that’s ridiculous. She ran away? You two have been dating for what– 7 years?” My mom was very concerned.

I corrected her, “8 years. But yes…”

The woman who I made so many memories with. I really considered her to be the only woman that I will spend the rest of my life with. She was everything to me. But now she’s gone. How can that be? What did I do to deserve this…?

I know that my motto is that everything happens for a reason, but what was this reason? Genuinely, what was the reason that they had to take away the girl who I was going to marry.

Tears started to flow from my eyes quickly, as my mother grabbed my face. She talked, “I’m so sorry, Eren.” She turned towards Evelyn’s father, “Do you know where Evelyn went?”

He responded, “She went off with some guy. I saw her run away.”

My mother scoffed, “And you didn’t stop her?”

My mom and Evelyn’s father began to argue, it was loud and intense but I didn’t listen to a lick of it. I could care less about their argument right now. I more so care about the fact that I’m out of a wife. The person that I love with all of my heart up and left me so quickly on our wedding day. How sickening is that? The fact that you left someone who loved you so much, out of the blue like that?

“The weddings called off.” My father stood up and spoke in front of everyone.

“What if she comes back though…?” I fought for the sliver of hope that I had left.

Evelyn’s dad sighed and put his hand on my shoulder, “She’s not coming back, son.”

I briskly removed his hand from off of my shoulder and spoke, “I’m not your son anymore.”

I ran out of the altar and tried to go look for my car. I needed to get out of there as soon as possible. How did I get stood up by Evelyn after all these years? I’m never going to find anyone else that’s better than her. I guess I’ll have to wait for her, yeah? She’s gotta come back one day.

That's when an idea sparked into my head. She could be at our apartment. The thought made me go running to my car and start it in a hurry.

But even if she is in the apartment, what do I say?

As I backed out, I even almost hit another car, but I didn’t care. I need to get back to the apartment. She could be there and this could all be some massive prank. It’s gotta be that, right?

I started to speed down the road, on a 20 minute drive back to the apartment complex. But the speed that I was going at made it so that I could get there in 15.

I parked the car and hurried upstairs in the building. The 6th floor… Is she here? I rushed to the elevator and to our shared unit.

I went in my pocket to grab my keys. I shuffled with the keys until I found the correct one. My arm was shaking completely as I unlocked the apartment. I burst open the door, “EVELYN! Are you here?”

As my eyes landed on the inside of the apartment, nothing. All of her things were gone. She cleared out everything that belonged to her. Even the little things were gone. Everything, even down to the custom made lampshade that she created that was on the lamp in the living space.

I look to my left, the kitchen. There was a folded piece of paper that had my name on it in all uppercase letters. Just the way that Evelyn likes to write my name. She would always say how fun it was to write my name in uppercase, for some reason.

I went up to it and picked it up. It was a letter.

TO MY LOVE, EREN YEAGER:

I’M SORRY, I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE. I’M NOT READY FOR THIS LIFE, BUT YOU ARE. I WANNA LIVE MY LIFE BEING YOUNG FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE. I’M SORRY IF THIS COUNTS AS ME LEADING YOU ON, AND ESPECIALLY TO OUR WEDDING NIGHT. AND TRUST ME, I REALLY DO LOVE YOU AND MAYBE ONE DAY I’LL COME BACK TO YOU. BUT I CAN’T DO THAT RIGHT NOW. I KNOW THAT I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS TO YOU, BUT I STILL LOVE YOU EREN. I TOOK ALL MY THINGS OUT OF THE APARTMENT SO YOU WOULDN’T BE REMINDED OF ME ANYMORE. LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT ME, FOR NOW.

I LOVE YOU.

— EVELYN SCHULT

And that’s when the tears started to flow again. She just wants me to forget about her… just like that? That’s not how life works, Evelyn. Just as I found my dream girl. Why didn’t she say anything earlier about this…?

This is more extreme than just leading somebody on. It took her all the way to our wedding day to realize that she doesn’t want to settle down with someone? I want to be mad at her, hate her, curse her– but I can’t. I just love her too much. And as much as I wanna say that if she ever came back, I wouldn’t go back to her. I probably would, no matter who I’m with. Evelyn was just something completely different. She was my everything, and now she’s gone without telling me goodbye in person. A letter isn’t good enough for me. I could cry, again.

I went to go look through her room, and she told the truth. Everything of hers was gone. It was a plain white bed sheet, white walls, plain everything– just like how it was when we first moved here together when we were 19.

The room still smells like her perfume though. The smell of the perfume makes me think of her voice. A voice that I never want to forget.

I sit in my own thoughts for an elongated period of time. I can’t believe that she really left me. I never would have imagined this day would come. The day that I proposed to her and she said yes, was the day that I was sure we would be together forever. Guaranteed. But I guess I was wrong. I hope this was all a mistake from her side, and she comes back to me in a month or two.

No matter how long she leaves me by myself, I will always choose her. No matter who I’m with, no matter whatever situation it is.

Evelyn, please come back for me.

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5 MONTHS LATER:

And today finally lands on a Friday. I can finally relax for a few days before I get back to the work schedule. 5 months since Evelyn left and I’m still not really over it, at all. I thought this breakup stuff goes away easily. I’ve heard plenty of stories where people said, the longer the relationship, the easier it actually is to get over them. But those people couldn’t be more wrong. Each time I walk around the apartment, all I can think of is her. Where her favorite spots to relax were, where she used to cook and everything.

Her room was still untouched from the last time that I went in there. A plain, blank, white room.- There's nothing specific that’s in it. It’s completely empty, with only a bed and a dresser.

I took off my shoes and went to go flop myself down on the couch. As soon as my body landed on the couch, there was a loud knocking sound that came from my door. A groan started to release from my mouth as I lifted up my head, looking at the door. It felt so far away even though it’s right there.

I got up, walking limply to the door. Who could it be? I asked myself before peeking through the peephole. I sighed at the sight of who it was. But I had to open it. He’s probably my closest friend after all…

I slowly opened the door. It released a creaking noise as I spoke, “Hi, Jean.”

“Hey Eren!” He invited himself inside. He opened the door and brushed past me, straight to the couch. When he sat down, he continued speaking, “I came over to check on you. It’s been 5 months… How is everything going over here? Or mostly, in your heart.” He said the line cornily, as he was pointing to where my heart was located in my chest.

I still walked limply over to the couch to which he was also sitting down on. I spoke, “I think I’m doing fine.” A complete lie rolled off of my tongue. I’m not fine, and I’m sure he knew it.

He took a pause, “You’re fine?” He started to look around the open themed apartment. His nose started to flare as well, showing that he’s smelling something. Jean continued, “You’re not fine at all. Have you been spraying Evelyn’s perfume around this place? Don’t tell me that you literally went out of your way to go buy her exact $200 perfume to spray it around your unit.”

I was stunned by Jean’s quick finding. I sighed and corrected him, “$175.”

He rolled his eyes at me, “Like that makes it barely even better. What’s even worse is that you still have the room arranged the way that Evelyn likes it. You re-bought some of the things that she would like.” He stood up and went over to the bookcase, “Like this plant. Evelyn’s favorite, right? You told me that you used to hate this plant. You need to get out of this apartment. Rent a new one or get a house. It’s sickening.”

After 30 seconds of me and Jean awkwardly staring at one another, I had the confidence to speak, “Okay, so what if I did all those things? I’m just grieving and miss her, loads.”

“You spent $175 on her perfume while she’s probably getting dicked down by 175 other guys. Pick a struggle.”

Jean's quick comeback left me completely stunned in silence. Is that really true? I looked down at my thumbs, twiddling, “Jean, do you think that she’s actually doing that right now?”

He let out a quick sigh of relief, “Yes! God, yes. She said she wanted to stay younger for longer. That’s code for wanting to have sex with more guys before she settles down. And you’re sitting in your apartment, going through the 5 stages of grief.”

Is that really code for what she was talking about? Did she just put it in nicer words so that I don’t feel too bad…? Was I lied to?

Jean came up to me in my face, “Think about it Eren! You guys started dating back in senior year. She didn’t get to experience her traditional college years because you guys were a thing. So when you were thinking about your marriage, she was thinking about if it was all a mistake. It’s time to get over that whore.”

I lashed out, “She’s not a whore! Just because you never liked her doesn’t make that true. Maybe she just wanted to have a break and hang-out. Be actually young.”

Jean sat down and scoffed, “Eren, what do you think that the context of young is? Young, single and free. If she wanted to go hang out with people and feel that type of young youth then she would’ve still gotten married to you. But she wants to be with other guys. And she is a complete asshole for doing that on your wedding night.”

I sighed in somewhat agreeance, “You might be right. But what are you doing here so unannounced anyway? It’s gotta be for something important I imagine.”

He looked at me in my eyes, “It was exactly what I said earlier. I wanted to check on you and make sure that you’re okay.”

I rolled my eyes, “Jean, you always have another motive. Just spit it out.”

He chuckled, “I wanted you to be my wingman at the bar.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, “That’s not it either.”

He groaned loudly, “Okay, fine! I want you to get your mind off of Evelyn. You’ve lost all of your energy since the break up and you need to get over her. Maybe you can find a nice girl at the bar or something. My extroverted Eren is gone! C’mon, she’s probably fucking different guys left and right, so why can’t you?”

I looked away from him, trying to find a quick excuse, “I’m not doing relationships yet.”

He shoved me, “First of all, it’s been 5 months, you can do a relationship. Second of all, it doesn’t have to be an actual relationship. Just have sex with a girl for a night to get your mind off of things for a while. Trust me, it’ll help.”

“Your whore tactics will help? I don’t think so. I’m not that type of person that needs to be with other people to get over someone.” Jean’s face looked shocked from what I said.

He started to stand up, “Wow, I feel disrespected. But also, you don’t have any ground to stand on for that one. Evelyn was your first and only real relationship, so how would you even know what type of person for real breakups you are? You wouldn’t.”

Honestly, Jean’s got a solid point. I don’t know how I am when it comes to actual relationships yet. Or when it comes to the breakup process either. Do I listen to Jean? Is this gonna be the thing to make myself stop feeling this continuous way of 5 months?

I sighed, “There’s no way this is gonna work.”

A large gasp came out of Jean’s mouth with a big smile along with it, “Is that a yes, then?!”

I thought about it for a minute. Is that a yes? Am I really gonna do the things that way to get over Evelyn? It sounds terrible when I first take a look at it. But the way that Jean explained it made it sound better. She’s sleeping with other men, guaranteed, so shouldn’t I have fun too?

It all still felt a little wrong but I went with it, “I guess so.”

Jean gave me a hug as he spoke, “You’re making such a good decision for yourself! You don’t even know, Eren…”

I rolled my eyes, “I really hope that you know what you’re talking about.”

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About an hour later, we were in Jean's car as we pulled up to a bar. I’ve honestly never been to a bar before. Being in a relationship at such a young age had stopped me from being in this environment.

“C’mon. I promise I’ll get you a lady.” Jean held open the door for me to get inside. As soon as I stepped foot inside, the sound of the bar was louder than I swear I’ve ever heard in my life. Jean continued talking, “Did I forget to mention that it’s club night?” He smirked.

I should’ve known. There’s always something hidden up Jean’s sleeve. I know that he just wants the best for me but clubs really aren’t my scene. The atmosphere almost automatically gave me a headache. The lights were bright and the music was loud. There were so many people all over the place.

Me and Jean went up to the bar and he ordered us drinks. He spoke, “This’ll loosen you up a bit. You’re a handsome man, Eren. I’m sure picking up a few girls will be no problem.”

I rolled my shoulders back as I took the drink, “Hopefully not.” I was still extremely nervous about what was going to happen. I’ve never picked up a girl in this environment before.

It felt like there were a million and one eyes staring at me, but when I turned around it was nothing. I had to try to calm myself down here.

Jean turned to me, “Are you alright, bud?”

I shook my head back to reality, “Yeah. It's just a little overwhelming, that's all.”

He rested his hand on my shoulder, “It’s not that hard, trust me. Just go up to a girl that you find at least somewhat attractive. If she’s outgoing, dance on her. If she’s shy, speak to her. Or even better, when she speaks to you first. That’s how you know that you’ll get some.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “That sounds like some asshole shit, to be honest.”

He groaned, “Whatever! It’s fine. I’m just gonna go talk to this girl over here. Not too much of my type but she’s got a cute smile.” I lost him within the sea of people that he went through.

I sighed to myself as I looked around for someone to try to get with. As I did a skim around the room, I didn’t find anyone in particular who I’d want in my bed tonight. And especially not anyone to wear Evelyn’s wedding ring either. I groaned and sat down at the bar, asking the bartender for another drink.

Maybe drinking will ease my mind.

I heard a voice pop up to the left of me, “You alone, handsome?”

Her voice was grainy and an extreme amount of raspy. She sounded like she was on the line of being an addictive smoker. I was going to respond with a no until I saw her face. She looked identical to Evelyn. A blonde with green eyes. The blonde was clearly fake, it looked like she had just got the highlights in her hair.

It took me a minute but I decided to answer with the honest truth, “I’m just here with my friend.”

She tried to look at me with seductive eyes, but it wasn’t landing, “Yeah…? Does that friend happen to be a girl?” She spoke slowly, but her voice was so aggravating.

I was quite annoyed but I thought back to what Jean said, ‘Or even better, when she speaks to you first. That’s how you know that you’ll get some.’ It still sounds terrible, but… “No, just one of my guy friends.”

She chuckled, “How is a handsome man like you got no girlfriend?” She caressed my chest with her finger like we were in a movie.

I visibly cringed from her actions, “She broke up with me.”

An ‘awe’ noise came from out of her mouth, “I wouldn’t do such things to you. Wanna get over her?” She questioned me.

I knew what this was leading to. If I agreed then me and her would end up back at one of our apartments, having sex. Honestly, I was worried. I had sex with Evelyn for so many years that it would feel weird to do that with anybody else.

I sighed, “Think I might be ready for that. What’s your name?”

She laughed as she rolled her eyes, “Does that really matter?”

I didn’t change my facial expression, “Objectively, yes. It does.”

She let out a long sigh, “My name is Chloe. Nice to meet you, sir.”

“It’s Eren.” I responded.

She had a tiny smile from across her face, “Nice to meet you, Eren.” She corrected herself.

To be honest, if this doesn't just turn out to be a one night stand, I’ll be upset. I don’t want to learn new names, new faces and a whole new partner. Plus– she grosses me out to an extent. But she reminds me of Evelyn by her looks.

She continued to speak, “Can you purchase me a drink, maybe?”

I looked towards her, “What do you want?”

She chuckled, “Whatever you’re having.”

I ordered her the same thing that I was drinking. It was on Jean’s tab but I’m sure he won’t mind. I mean, I’m doing exactly what we came here for. I didn’t even wanna come out here anyways.

Jean came over with a girl. It was a woman with curled honey blonde hair and brown eyes. Jean had his arm around her and they were speaking until he saw me and cut himself off, “Eren– who do we have here?” He acted as if he was genuinely interested to know the girl.

I looked up at him, “This is Chloe. Who is the woman that you’re with?”

The girl that was under Jean’s arm put out her hand, “I’m Yasmin! Nice to meet you, Eren.” The woman was sweet sounding. I wish that Chloe sounded more like her. If she did then we would have something going on other than just sex.

The girl that Jean pulled was conventionally attractive but nothing crazy that I’d turn my head to. She reminded me of the Yasmin Bratz Doll.

I shook her hand, “Well you already seem to know my name from Jean.”

Chloe pushed me back so that I could look at her, “Are you flirting with another girl infront of me?”

Jean cleared his throat and answered for me, “No! He’s just introducing himself, relax.” Jean was speaking as if he was nervous even though I really wasn’t flirting with Yasmin. It was just nice to hear her speak since it was such a large contrast to Chloe’s annoying voice. God, I really hope that she doesn’t sound like that when she moans…

Chloe started to get a grasp of my hair. She played around with it, “You have longer hair than the average man. You know, I think the longer hair look on men is more attractive.” She let out a small chuckle with her mouth closed.

Flirting with her right now was genuinely insufferable but, I should really listen to Jean for once in my life, “Yeah, you think so? Well I love the blonde on you. It looks wonderful.”

Yeah, I was partially lying. The only reason that I found it somewhat attractive is because I’m thinking of Evelyn. But in reality, her personality is as ugly as her voice. But as I looked at her face, I think she was more shocked that I could tell the blonde was fake.

She slowly went in for a kiss. Before she kissed me, her eyes rolled up to her head as her eyes were closing. It looked, ugly. That was there when I made the rule. Backshots, only. Her lips pouted out a crust. It looked like she hadn’t used chapstick in years. Or am I only like this because Evelyn used to use chapstick every two seconds…? It rubbed off on me quite a bit, so now I guess I’m more observant of things like that nowadays.

I looked at Jean and Yasmin before I kissed her back. The two were egging me on. Doing the ‘Do it!’ motion. I followed along with their instructions. I kissed Chloe back. Her mouth was open excessively. It was the real definition of a wet kiss. As I started to pull back from the kiss, she took her hand and placed it on the back of my head, leaning me in even more.

She wouldn’t let me pull away from the terrible abomination that some people call a kiss. My eyes opened, I was mentally done with the kiss. When my eyes opened I saw her really getting into the kiss. I looked to the right of me. Yasmin and Jean were giving… concerned faces? They looked like they were cringing almost as much as me.

Jean mouthed the words, ‘Pussy is pussy, right?’ he shrugged his shoulders at the same time. Yasmin gasped and shoved him a little.

This felt really, disgusting. To be fair, I think that I might just be judging the girl a little too much to my Evelyn standards. I mean, Evelyn was literally my everything. She was good at everything she did as well. Maybe I should just sleep with her and give the girl a chance. Maybe she’s inexperienced…

Chloe finally pulled away from the kiss, “Come back to my apartment with me. I need you.”

I looked at Jean and Yasmin for advice. Jean held up a thumbs up while Yasmin tilted her hand back and forth, signifying a ‘maybe, maybe not.’

The majority vote is a yes, then. I look back at Chloe. “Yeah, let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand and smiled. Jean and Yasmin waved me bye. I was nervous, honestly. I was more scared than almost anything else in my life. I really couldn’t picture myself doing this with a woman that I actually don’t know.

We took an Uber to her apartment complex. The ride there was a little awkward, at least on my side it was. I could feel her eyes piercing through my head the whole time.

Once we arrived at her complex, it was a pretty modern building. It looked like it had to be building a maximum 10 or 15 years ago.

We went into the building. Chloe started to speak, “Don’t worry, I’m on the 3rd floor. It won’t take too long my love.” All I could think was ‘Please for God's sake, don’t call me that.’

As we got into the elevator I could feel her smile radiating throughout the area. There was another woman in the elevator, she was an older lady. She seemed to be in her seventies at least. She was giving me and Chloe a sweet look.

She spoke, “Are you two a couple?”

I answered her question, “Ahh n—”

“Yes! We are.” Chloe cut me off. What the hell is her problem…?

“Awe, you two are so cute!” The old woman gave us a compliment as it rang that we were on floor 3. “Have a good day, cute couple!”

“You too!” Chloe answered. We both walked out of the elevator as she led me to her apartment.

I spoke, “Why did you tell that lady that we were dating?”

She let out a laugh that I never want to hear ever again, “It was cute! Plus it made her happy.”

I gave her a disgusted look, “Yeah, never again.”

She turned to me, “Awe, why not, Eren?”

“Because we are not in a relationship.” I responded blandly.

She groaned, “Whatever, anyways— we’re here.” She started to unlock her door with her keys.

The left side of the apartment looked like a wreck, while the right was pretty clean and tidy. It was obvious she had a roommate. Now the real question is, which one is her side?

She grabbed my face and was the one that started to kiss me first. It was that same wet kiss from earlier. I wanted to hurry up and get this over with so we can just fuck, honestly.

She started to grind on my leg and it was all just one huge blur. Once we got into her room, she let out the loudest moans I think I’ve ever heard in my life. If I was her roommate, I’d probably move out by now. The moans were unnecessarily loud. I know my dicks a pretty big size but, is it really that good?

I stuck to my rule of backshots only. That way also made it easier for me to imagine that Chloe is Evelyn. The sex was still terrible. She wasn’t inexperienced, I could tell that much but she just genuinely sucked at– every aspect.

She came way before me. It was a miracle that I was even hard at all.

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The next morning, I woke up in her bed. The first thing that sparked to my mind was Evelyn. Jean was wrong. Sleeping with that woman didn’t do anything but remind me of Evelyn even more. How was I even supposed to get over her?

I woke up before Chloe did. If I can get up and leave before she wakes up, that would be ideal. I don’t know if she’s a heavy sleeper or not though.

I took my chances and started to try moving away from her. Sadly, she woke up first thing.

In the morning, she was even more raspier than usual, “Eren, where are you going?”

A million and one things went through my mind of what lie I could use to get out of this one, “I– I have work.”

She looked at me, “On a Saturday?”

I stuttered for a second, “Ye–yeah. I have work so I have to leave.”

She sighed, “Oh, okay. I can walk you out.” She switched to a smile. She was slightly more tolerable in the morning. She seemed more relaxed.

I found my clothes and we both walked out of her room.

I. Froze. Immediately.

There was a woman. She stood some distance from Chloe’s room, but just enough to talk to us. The girl sported a gray set. There was a sleeveless buttoned top, along with the flared pants. It was in the style of a suit, with narrow vertical lines running through it. She looked, good.

Her hair was a short bob length, black and fluffy. She had what I think they call ‘Manga Lashes’ with a natural pink lip.

It’s hard for me to find girls attractive, but this woman— she was one of the most stunning I’ve ever seen. It was almost like I forgot about Evelyn for a second. And no one has yet managed to have that effect on me. What is going on in my mind? Is this what Jean was talking about?

The woman groaned, “Chloe, I am so fucking pissed off at you. How many time have I told you to stop bringing men home in the depths of the fucking night?!”

Chloe rolled her eyes, “And once again, it just sounds like an excuse for you to act like a fucking hater because I’m getting dick and i haven’t seen you bring a guy back in lord knows how long. Oh wait that was—”

“Chloe. Don’t do this ‘victim’ complex shit in front of your fuck buddy, pretty boy over here. Your fucking loud ass moans keep me up every night. They’re so terrible and you wonder why every guy tries to leave you in the morning. Surprised this one hasn’t left you yet.” She points to me, “He must be a stupid one, for choosing you.”

I’m stupid? That was suspiciously rude and seriously uncalled for. This is my first time ever even being here. Plus, I don’t even like Chloe.

Chloe sighed, “Again, you’re being over dramatic. I’m sure that you have no problem sleeping.”

Her roommate gasped, “No problem? Do you know what time it is…? Your moaning has kept me up all night so I could barely sleep. I’m an hour late to work right now, and that's money that I have to give back to my clients because I slept in, AGAIN!”

Chloe raised her voice higher than the other woman, “You know what, Ackerman?! I’m so done with you treating me like this! You shouldn’t be talking to me like that! It’s rude and disrespectful. It’s not my fault that the fact I’m enjoying myself is keeping your dusty pussy from sleeping.”

Ackerman? That's gotta be the pretty ones last name, yeah? It can’t be her first.

Ackerman started yelling, “CHLOE, DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! It’s been months of you doing this and me along with my clients are sick of it. I’m packing my things after I get back from work and leaving this place for good. Fuck you, stupid fucking whore…”

The girl walked along and slammed the door shut once she left. She was so rude but at the same time, she was stunning. The most beautiful I’ve seen in a long time…

Chloe waved her hand in front of my face, “Hello! Eren– why are you standing there star-struck like that? You alright?”

I woke myself up back to reality, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

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AFTER 2 YEARS! THE ATTACK ON TITAN SEASON 4 PART 2 RELEASES THIS JANUARY.

THE WONDER ABOUTS OF EREN AND THE CREW FOR THE NEW SEASON!

I sigh and rub my eyes aggressively, “I can't even scroll through Twitter these days…”

“It’s actually called X now.” Mikasa says in a sarcastic voice.

“Oh shut up, who actually calls it X?” She turns her head over to look at me while she’s getting her makeup done.

“Jean does.”

My posture got better, and my head twitched towards her out of shock, “Really? Like no funny shit, really?”

“Yep heard him call it that the other day.”

“Jean, look at the video I sent you,”

“What did you send me it on— oh X.”

“He genuinely calls it that? Did that actually fucking happen or are you kidding me…” I couldn't actually believe what was coming out of Mikasa’s mouth.

“Nope, really says that.” We both laughed.

There were footsteps coming to the room, the door opened. “Mikasa, you ready yet?” It was the voice of Armin.

“Give me a second…” Mikasa says as her makeup artist finished her makeup.

She continued, “Alright! I’m good now. What are we shooting?”

Armin rolled his eyes, “You should know this Mikasa.. The last episode of part 2.”

Today was the last day for the shooting of Attack On Titan; season 4 part 2. After these months of recording all these scenes, it's finally coming to somewhat of an end. Well, an end for just half a year. Then we'll have to get back to recording for the final special 2 episodes, to really end off Attack On Titan.

We all headed to the set. The director spoke, “ALL WE NEED IS MIKASA TODAY! ON THE BOATS!”

I escorted Mikasa on the boat as she shot her scene that was about my character. She did it in one take, beautifully. Mikasa has always had a natural talent in acting. She almost always gets her scene in one take, without fail. It's amazing how well she can do her job. I can't help but smile any time she films her part. Which in turn, makes it difficult for me to record scenes with her. It's been like that ever since we were younger.

After she was done we all clapped. She ran down from the boat with a large smile, “Was it good Eren? Was it good?”

Her being so excited about her scene made me smile larger than ever before. I responded to her, “It was great.” Me and her hugged with an annoyed Armin in front of us. He took a photo of him with me and Mikasa hugging in the back.

Mikasa smiled even harder at the photo, “Armin it’s so cute… send that to me!”

He rolled his eyes, “No, I’m posting it so that everyone knows how terribly annoyed I am at both of you.”

We watched over Armin’s shoulder. He went onto his Instagram and tagged us both as he was posting. The caption stated, ‘I really do hate them.’

Mikasa scoffed, “You don’t hate shit.”

I laughed a bit. “Armin, one of these days, the media is going to believe that you actually hate us.”

We went to grab our things so that we could head back to our separate houses. Mikasa took hold of her blue Louis Vuttion purse. Me and Armin only brought our wallets. To be fair, it was just supposed to be Mikasa on set today but we wanted to come here with her. We do that for most people who are shooting a solo scene.

After her scene, we finished up recording for season 4, part 2. Why did they have to split up the show this much? Sometimes I just wanna hurry and get everything recorded at the same time.

We all started to try to prepare ourselves before walking out with our guards. We knew that the place was going to be swarmed.

We started exiting the set that we were recording at, and I was right. The paparazzi was all over the place. There were so many flashes of cameras all around us as we exited the building. When we first started acting, the light blinded me terribly.

One of them had a mic and was trying to speak to me, “Eren! What’s happening in the new season?!”

I didn’t want to be rude so I gave a brief answer, “You’ll figure it out soon!” We all went into the car of my driver. This has happened so many times that she just starts to immediately drive whenever we get in so that they don’t crowd around the car, even if she doesn’t know where to go.

I ended up in the left end, Mikasa in the middle and Armin on the right. I heard a large groan from Armin, “I am hungry as a bitch.” He complained.

I sighed, “I mean, we could go out and get something to snack on. Nothing too big, we have the cast dinner tonight.”

Mikasa perked up on the word ‘snack’. Mikasa always gets hungry after a shoot, no matter the length. “My God, yes can we please get food? I think I'm actually starving.”

I spoke to the driver as I sighed, “You heard the princess.” We started heading towards Mikasa’s favorite fast food restaurant… Burger King.

When I first met Mikasa, I wouldn't expect this to be her favorite place to eat. For a lady that acts so classy, it was truly unexpected— until she told me the real reason.

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3 YEARS AGO:

“Mikasa, you always want Burger King, why? You know that we can all afford something better.” I spoke to her while we were sitting down in the B.K booth.

She laughed, “I can't just want Burger King?”

I felt bad for my words and thought that there's maybe not any lore behind it. “Oh I’m sorry Mikasa—”

She cut me off, “But no, you're right. There is a different reasoning.”

It went silent for a minute as she was just staring at her food. I became confused, “Are you gonna tell me? Or—”

“Well,” She cut me off again , “I didn't really grow up with a lot of opportunities. First off– I’m a second generation immigrant. My parents met when my dad traveled to Japan when he was in college. And in those four months, my mom met my dad. They fell in love, or however you wanna put it. They were dating for 3 years. On their anniversary, my father visited Japan again and got my mother pregnant. They decided that this was really the factor that they needed to have my mother move to America with him.”

I looked at her eyes. Not necessarily sad, but more so– telling.

She continued, “We couldn't afford much, so a lot of nights we would get fast food since it was so cheap. A load of mail would come for my dad, every Sunday. And we would receive the magazines of Burger King coupons. So we would get Burger King a lot. But now, I eat it for comfort– to remind me of being home, even though it was a rough time for all of us.”

I felt genuinely bad. It was only just a slight sliver of what she must've gone through, but I still felt sympathetic.

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The driver pulled up to the window for us to speak. I rolled down the window and Mikasa started talking, “Could I get a Whopper Jr. and a medium coke?”

Armin followed up with chicken fries and a regular fry too. I wasn’t too hungry, so I got just regular fries. I rolled the window back up as the driver went up and collected the food from the fast food windows.

We all started eating in the car. It was silent as everyone was stuffing their mouths. Our driver started heading to my house, she knows us so well at this point. The drive was only about 25 minutes away from the Burger King.

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“Y’know, I’m so grateful that we made it this far but… I feel like I can’t even go on social media without seeing Eren’s aggravating face everywhere.” Armin spoke while we were sitting on my couch.

Mikasa started dying laughing while my mouth was hanging open, “My face is not aggravating.”

“To you, maybe. But when we already see it everyday and then when we go home and see it too, it’s like I wanna punch you in the face.” Mikasa added herself in the conversation.

“You too, Mikasa?!” They both started laughing. They are always picking on me as a joke…

We all started arguing with one another until Mikasa’s phone started to ring.

“Who is it?” I asked her.

“It’s Vianna.” She spoke and walked away to answer the call.

Vianna, Mikasa’s manager. It’s one of her close friends’ mother from when she was in elementary school.

Me and Armin exchanged looks as we both were listening in on Mikasa’s conversation.

We saw her eyes go wide with excitement, “I got it ?!” Me and Armin looked at each other, confused.

We couldn’t hear the other side of the line so just hearing Mikasa’s voice confused us. What did she get ? It had me wondering just what the hell Mikasa could be talking about.

“Holy, Via… Shit, I’m gonna be super fucking busy. But thank you and thank them! I’ll gladly take it.” There was a slight pause for whatever Vianna said. “Okay! Bye-bye!”

Me and Armin rushed back to our positions and tried to act like we weren’t eavesdropping. We pulled out our phones and both collectively started to scroll on Instagram.

Mikasa rolled her eyes as she entered the room, “I would be stupid if you guys think you could fool me. I know you were listening in.”

Me and Armin dropped our phones and started to talk to Mikasa, knowing we got caught. Armin spoke, “So what was Vianna talking about?” All eyes and attention was on Mikasa.

“I got the role for Hori in HoriMiya!” Mikasa gave the largest smile ever.

Me and Armin started to celebrate her, but another role besides the one in Attack On Titan..? Isn't that a lot of time and effort? Once it all settled down I spoke, “How’d you get the role? Did you audition behind our backs?!” I let out a very fake gasp.

She laughed a bit, “No! They scouted me and Vianna told them that I’ll take it. I’m glad she did, because I’m super excited about it. HoriMiya was a really good comic.” Mikasa displayed a smile on her face that I’ll never forget. She really is genuinely happy about landing this role, huh?

“I was never really into reading… What is it about anyway?” I asked about ‘HoriMiya’.

Armin spoke for Mikasa, “It’s basically like a rom-com.” He turned his attention back to Mikasa, “But I didn’t know that they were making it into a show!”

Mikasa… In a rom-com? I laughed to myself a little. Both Mikasa and Armin turn their heads immediately. Mikasa speaks, “What’s so funny?”

I controlled myself from letting out anymore laughter, “Nothing really, I just think it’s funny that you out of all people were scouted to be in a rom-com, considering how serious your A.O.T. character is.”

She sighs, “Yeah, now that I think about it– the fans will probably be surprised. But oh well, with the ending of Attack on Titan coming up, the extra money won’t hurt.”

Armin spoke, “True that, I don’t know what my next job will be yet.”

“Wanna hear my plan?” I asked them. Their attention went to me now, “I’m riding out on this Attack On Titan money and taking a break for a bit. I mean– we’ve been doing this since we were kids. Plus, I don’t want the people to get sick of me already.”

Armin had a sigh of agreement, “Fair. I guess I could wait for a new job until the series is officially over. I mean we’re not dropping the next two movies until next year, yeah? I have some time.”

Mikasa started to talk again, basically ignoring what we just said due to her excitement, “Well they want me as soon as possible for HoriMiya.”

As soon as possible? Mikasa is gonna totally over work herself. She already has a prime role in Attack On Titan and probably could live off of that money for a few years. I guess that just shows how much being an actor really is an important thing to her– not just the money.

“Who’s even playing Miyamura?” Armin asked Mikasa, his face looked almost as happy as Mikasa’s.

“Via didn’t tell me, so I guess I’ll figure it out.” She sounded bummed out by the fact that she didn't know who was going to be her main co-star.

That’s right, it is a rom-com. She’s going to have to be very romantic with somebody. Not like I care or anything. Me and Mikasa are only a thing on screen, not real life. I have to remind myself that a lot these days. My childhood best friend… her and Armin. They mean the most to me.

Mikasa is just a friend, like how Armin is a friend. We are all just friends. The most iconic trio, on screen and off.

Before I knew it, I was spacing out for a while. Everything that I was thinking about had to deal with Mikasa.

“Eren? Are you okay?” I heard the beautiful voice of Mikasa Ackermann was above me, waving her hand in my face– trying to gain my attention.

“Y–Yeah… Sorry.” I came back to reality quickly. The over view angle of Mikasa is always a pretty sight.

“We should probably start getting ready for dinner, yeah?” Armin spoke.

We all got up and went to go grab our clothes. My place is always the main hangout area, so everyone has clothes here in the different guest rooms. We scurried off and I put on an outfit that seemed… proper enough. It was a celebration dinner for the Season 4, Part 2 recordings coming to an end.

During season 4, the table grew extremely. There were so many new characters to sit around the table. Zeke, Pieck, and Porco… All new additions. Plus we keep people who died from the past seasons. It’s going to be way too many people to count.

Me, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Annie, Reiner, Bert, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Historia, Ymir, and the new season 4 people. I groaned just thinking about it. Too many people to keep track of and way too many to genuinely have a conversation with.

We go to the same restaurant every year… It’s a tradition that I’ll genuinely be sad whenever it ends. And now the ending of Attack on Titan is becoming even more apparent as cast members book other shows and movies to star in. Their time is becoming more free from A.O.T… More things to do and people to see.

Historia and Ymir already got the job to be Nana and Hachi in NANA . Sasha got the job to be Teruhashi in THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K. Along with everyone else, many other people in the cast have gotten other jobs… I think it’s just hard for me to really let go. The difference is that Sasha, Historia and Ymir’s jobs don’t start until a year or two. Mikasa’s character ‘Hori’ is being filmed as soon as she is free.

I genuinely couldn’t really think of what Mikasa would be like in a rom-com. I know it’s acting but Mikasa’s real self is so connected to her Attack On Titan character that it feels almost unbelievable to see her in a different role. But that may also be because that’s all I’ve known Mikasa for in my whole life. The Mikasa Ackermann in Attack On Titan… Not in anything else.

I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, mentally getting ready for this afternoon. My outfit; jeans, a white long sleeve with a polo sweater covering it. I don’t get super dressed up unless its for award shows… Speaking of which– the Yem Awards are somewhat soon– a few months.

A Mikasa Ackermann bust through my door, “Eren are you– Yes you are!”

Mikasa has always been beautiful, since that day I met her when we were just 12 years old. She was always someone who caught my eye. One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She is almost the exact definition of my type . There were rumors of me liking Mikasa because of all my previous ex’s having at least one key feature that is similar to one of Mikasa’s.

She started to really walk into the room instead of standing by the door frame, “Awe, we’re matching kinda.”

I look down at her outfit and then mine. “Yeah… We are.” She was wearing almost the exact same outfit as me but more– cropped, I guess.

Mikasa groaned, “Armin’s taking forever and a year to get ready.” She spoke as she pulled out her phone. “Take some photos with me, I kinda wanna post today.”

Her Iphone 13, pro max with a plain black phone case. We went in front of my mirror and started to take photos. It was nothing crazy, just friendly poses. We are the best of friends. I genuinely consider her that. Some people might disagree with that– like Connie for example but their opinions don’t matter to me. Mikasa’s my best friend and I know it.

As we were taking the photos, her hands shifted to places where they wouldn’t usually be. Her hand was on my upper thigh, almost basically on my lower waist. The hand placement was making me– not necessarily hard but… nervous?

Ever since we were kids, Mikasa has always managed to make me nervous. As a kid, I didn’t really like being friends with girls that much. To be honest, I think the gender separation that the adults teach us at a young age made me that way. But Mikasa was different. Mikasa was my first genuine friend that was a girl. I was in a mire 6th grade when everything started. I was 11 years old when I got casted as the role. A lot of my childhood was taken from me since then, I couldn’t genuinely experience an actual childhood anymore. Attack On Titan was the best thing to happen to me. But all pros have a con.

My parents told me how revolutionary this show would be. Attack On Titan– originally named ‘ Shingeki No Kyojin’ was a script idea from all the way back in Japan. They were very specific with their casting. They wanted the characters to really feel, real. Since they wanted that– they casted people whose names fit the roles as well. They took Mikasa and her Uncle, even though in the show– they’re cousins.

My parents were right about this show though, they made everything almost as realistic as possible. They tried to make me feel actual grief. My parents are both actors too, so it just made the most sense that we all starred in this show together. And I am forever grateful for them forcing me to play in this show that would make my whole career.

The only person in the cast whose a Yeager but not actually related to me was Zeke. I didn’t really have any family that would fit the role of Zeke, so they went out and found that one on their own.

“Eren! Are you even paying any attention? These photos are going to look like absolute shit if you don’t actually pose. Aren’t you supposed to be pretty boy?” Mikasa was in my ear about me spacing out.

Pretty boy… I haven’t heard that one come out of Mikasa’s mouth in a while. It used to be Mikasa’s favorite nickname for me back in the day.

Armin came into the room, “I’m ready… are you guys done taking your little photos?” He asks.

“Yeah, coming.” Mikasa responded as we all eventually walked out of my house and in the car, heading towards the restaurant.

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We made it… finally. People were surrounding us as we made it to our destination. Loads of cameras and microphones were everywhere. I’ve gotten used to this life, and I would have assumed that Mikasa and Armin would be too since we all get scouted and paid the most attention to, since we’re the main characters and all. But Mikasa still can never seem to get used to the flashes and the paparazzi in general.

I usually always have to cover her with the help of Armin.

After what seemed like forever, we made it inside, to the back of the restaurant where it was quiet. We seemed to come in the middle batch. Most people were here but not everyone yet.

We sat around the giant table, Mikasa to my right and Armin to my left– like it always has been. After about 10 minutes, everyone showed up.

After I was sure that it was everyone, I ordered champagne to the table, pouring up for everyone. They were all having their separate conversations, I felt bad but it was time…

I stood up and made my annual speech, “The show that has brought us together and met a new family that we never knew was here. Attack On Titan, I will always be grateful for the people that it has brought me. Who knew that it would end up being my best friends for life? This is a toast to the best show we will ever work on, along with the best cast we could ask for– even with our new additions to the table. Attack On Titan, Season 4; Part 2 is completed. Two more movies to go within the upcoming year and the beautiful show we’ve come to know and love will be gone.”

I look around at the table and everyone. The last person I look at is Mikasa, signifying her to say what she usually does. “Raise your glasses! And~...” She held the ‘and’ for a while.

“CHEERS!” We all shouted in simultaneously. There were smiles on everyone's faces.

“Another great speech, Eren.” Erwin spoke to me after everyone calmed down once again.

I smiled at him, the oldest one here, “Thank you Erwin! It means a lot coming from you.” As a response, he just gives me a smile. Whenever Erwin gives a compliment, it means the whole world to all of us.

The waiter came along and asked us for our orders, everyone basically got what they usually get when we come here.

Everyone must have been hungry as hell because it was complete silence as everyone was eating their food. It must’ve been a complete 20 minutes of no one talking at all.

Once everyone started finishing up their food, there was conversations starting up all around the table.

Something shot to my mind and I just remembered what else I wanted to talk to the table about, “EVERYONE! Sorry to grab your attention once more but there is something that I need to speak about.”

Everybody's attention went to me again, “I’d like to congratulate everyone who has gotten another job handed to them for another show or movie. You guys are all great actors, like no other. And I’d also like to congratulate another one of us for finding out that she got another role as of today. Mikasa has gotten the role of Hori in HoriMiya!”

Mikasa started to blush a bit and get a little embarrassed for everyone at the table celebrating her accomplishment.

Mikasa hit me a little bit as I sat back down in my chair, “You had to announce that to everyone!?” She whisper-yelled at me.

I whispered back, “I’m sorry… are you actually mad at me?”

She rolled her eyes a bit, “No,” She shoved me a little, “I could never really be mad at you.”

“Eren you never think before you speak…” Armin was lecturing me.

I sighed, “I know.”

Me and Armin both heard a gasp come from Mikasa’s mouth. We turned our heads as soon as we heard it. She got a text, I assumed it was from Vianna… The way she was so excited.

I even looked over to see that Sasha and Connie were interested in what was going on, her gasp was loud.

“What is it?” Connie asked her. He got to it before me or Armin could.

She lifted her head up from her phone to see that basically everyone was looking at her, “Nothing— I just found out who is playing Miyamura.”

Okay now I’m super interested. “Who?” Almost all of us said in unison.

She started to get shy from all the people talking to her at once. Mikasa is never good with too many people bombarding her.

I answered for her, “She probably can’t tell since the cast listing hasn’t gone on the internet yet.” I looked towards her, looking her in the eye, asking for confirmation.

“Yeah…” She said lightly. I let out a slight smile from Mikasa’s actions.

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It’s been 2 hours since dinner and now I’m home alone. Mikasa’s at her house and Armin is at his own as well.

I lay in my bed, alone and tired. I was tired, physically. No matter how tired I am, I still can never get genuinely comfortable in my bed. I groaned to myself and my struggles.

There was music playing on my speaker, the playlist that me, Mikasa and Armin all made together. It brings me comfort whenever I’m alone or nervous about something.

The speaker read me a notification– I thought I was on Do Not Disturb , Jesus… It read a notification from me, Mikasa and Armin’s group chat.

I opened my phone–

MIKASA– Okay, I couldn’t not tell you guys whose playing Miyamura.

ARMIN– Who?!

MIKASA– Yaku Takahashi, you know, the one that played Megumi in Jujutsu Kaisen.

ME– Yaku…?

ARMIN– Yaku?! Oh I love him! He did a really good Megumi!!

MIKASA– Yeah! It seems he’ll be a really fun person to work with.

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Yaku Takahashi– One of Mikasa’s most popular ships outside of me and Jean. They ran into each other for the first time at the Yem Awards last year.

Yem Awards– One of the most popular TV show / Movie awards as of the past recent 2 decades.

Fans loved the interaction between the two. He’s pretty handsome as well.

They’re probably gonna have pretty chemistry on the screen, and the fans are going to freak out. But who am I to be upset about this– they’re just acting… like how and Mikasa do. I mean– I am allowed to be a little off-put by this, yeah? She’s my best friend for so long and I’ve been the only one recording those types of intimate scenes with her, so it’s only natural to feel weird knowing that someone else is going to start doing that too… maybe even more.

I shook off the feeling from myself and stood up from my bed. I just really can’t believe it— I’m nervous, almost scared. It must just be the fact that one of my best friends is getting a new role and it’s not with me, right? I can’t comprehend what I’m feeling right now. And who knows what’ll happen once the public finds out. Everything that I’ve been seeing about EreMika will be gone.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!” I shouted out to myself in my room. I think I’m going crazy. WHY DO I EVEN CARE? It’s just Mikasa getting some extra money… but who even knows how much closer Yaku and Mikasa are going to get.

I threw myself on my bed, once again and screamed into my pillow. I didn’t even feel like a 19 year old, I felt like a little kid.

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