Summary : Eren Yeager, 16 years old and hopelessly committed to never letting anyone see his drawings. Abused by his father he spends most of his nights sleeping under the stars, until one day while he's being punished a stranger knocks on his door, short with piercing grey eyes and a permanently bored expression. He saves Eren from his father's drunken rampage and lets him spend the night on his couch only to wake up and find no trace of Eren ever being there.. The next day at school he spots him through the glazed window of the boy's bathroom and decides to whisk him off his feet for a day in town using death threats as persuasion and a place to stay as compensation. Who would Eren be to refuse?
A/N hey guys :) Just to quickly inform you before you start reading that this is my first ever fan fiction, And that I only have this single chapter done up for the sake of seeing if anyone would actually be interested in reading more before I do up any more chapters... This is without a doubt going to be an Ereri/Riren shipping and although he does not appear in this chapter he will be featuring in chapter two hahah. So just please comment or review or whatever on whether I should continue this... Thank you x
Eren knew he was late from the moment he opened his eyes. The sun was shining in through the blinds to his bedroom turning his grass green walls luminous. With only one thought in mind, no, only one fear in mind, Mikasa's reaction to his lateness, he quickly pulled on some clothes barely registering whether they were clean or if they even matched, much to his surprise they did. He was garbed in a faded pair of denim jeans and a grey t-shirt. There was no time for him to shower and he could feel his sore muscles protesting at his fast movements. Thankfully... he was used to it by now.
Creaking open his bedroom door he took a deep breath and held it in as he tiptoed across the landing and towards the banister which - if looked over - would allow him a full view of the downstairs hallway and sitting room. Quickly he scanned his teal orbs over the ground beneath him looking for a sign of his father. Please don't let him be home Eren thought to himself as he exhaled quietly. Alas, Eren managed to spot him at the last second as the older man stumbled out of their kitchen and into the sitting room sporting a new bottle of whiskey. Eren cursed silently and crept back into his room quickly throwing his books into his bag and throwing a red plaid button up before pulling up his blinds as quietly as he could and pushed the window open. There wasn't time to prepare himself, he was already late, so without even taking a deep breath the brunette launched himself out of the window with an ease that surely only came with practice.
Hurriedly regaining his composure Eren plunged his hands into his pockets in search of money for coffee, after locating a crumpled up fiver from the depths of his jean pocket, he began to run, because Mikasa was without a doubt going to decapitate him.
Eren arrived at school precisely two hours and thirty four minutes late just in time for lunch. It was only now that he retrieved his phone from his back, and hell was he in trouble. Five missed calls and twenty-two text messages from both Mikasa and Armin. With a sigh he braced himself for the worst as he threw open the doors the cafeteria. His friend group consisting of Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Marco Bodt, Sasha Brouse, Krista Lenz and Ymir were sitting in their usual table by the window but they hadn't noticed him yet, thanks be to god. But it was inevitable and as he slung his bag off his shoulder to sit down beside Armin every eye was on him. Every mouth seemed to be asking questions too, "Why the hell are you so late Jaeger?" "Eren we thought you were sick!" "Eren how come you're only coming in now" "Eren have you eaten your lunch yet or are you willing to donate!?", however only one voice seemed to speak through clearly, "Eren Jaeger why the hell wouldn't you pick up your phone?", Eren turned to face the onyx haired girl and with a half hearted smile he replied "Relax Kasa, I didn't even check it until I arrived, I was afraid of making myself even later and pretty much signed a death sentence via you etc" he attempted to laugh but when the girls eyes visibly narrowed he stopped. Noticing Sasha pulling on his arm he rolled his eyes and stood to go get his food also noticing Mikasa standing to walk with him seemingly in silence, but once they were out of earshot she grabbed his arm with a force like no other "Eren I thought he had killed you, I was this close to calling the goddamn guards" she hissed, with a gulp the older boy stepped back and yanked his arm free "For fucks sake Mikasa don't say it so loud!? And I said I was sorry okay? You need to stop worrying about me" he whispered back venomously, "No you didn't", At this Eren simply blinked and with a deadpan expression raised an eyebrow, "I didn't what?", "You never apologised, you simply told me to relax" she retorted but stepped back as she did so before shaking her head and walking back towards the table. Mikasa was the only one who currently knew about his situation, and if he could change anything... it would be that fact, she shouldn't to have to worry about whether he's alive just because he was late for school. It just wasn't right.
After dropping off his tray for Sasha, Eren left the cafeteria in favour of going to the top floor boys bathroom, which was arguably off limits, but it was the only place he'd be able to get some peace and quiet so he braved it.
On arrival he immediately opened the window and let the cool autumn air invade his lungs, sighing contentedly the brunette let himself slide to the ground beneath said window. Sitting there was all well and good but it wasn't long before he began to crave a cigarette, he hadn't had one since the night before and he needed something to ease his sore body and mind, so after quickly rummaging in his bag for a packet and a lighter he stood and leaned out the window enjoying the feeling of the fresh air on his skin as he smoked. Admittedly he hated the habit, but despite his previous statements when he had started, thinking that it would be just as easy to stop, he was hopelessly addicted.
Once his nerves had been calmed he returned to his position on the ground ignoring the sound of the school bell blaring in the distance, all the electrics had been disabled on the top floor since it was currently out of use, why it was out of use Eren had no idea, all he knew was that it had been since the start of the school year. Fumbling in his pockets Eren pulled out a piece of charcoal and with a grin quickly out it to use on his sketchpad which he had pulled out of his bag as soon as he had made the find. Plugging his earphones into his ears he boosted the volume and switched on his favourite My Chemical Romance song "Welcome to the Black Parade". Finally at peace with music blasting is his ears and his clothes smelling of smoke, he began to draw.
Before long the second lunch bell was going off and Eren - almost without thinking about it - crumpled up his sketch of what could have become the inside of a circus tent, and threw it out the window as far as he could, silently hoping that the wind would pick up to blow it away, or that there would be a spontaneous shower to saturate the drawing beyond repair. The brunette deciding he did actually need to eat something other than the energy bar which had sufficed as his breakfast, headed back down to the cafeteria to join up with his friends once more.
"Hey, didn't see you in double maths Jaeger" was the first thing said to him as he sat down in his usual space between Armin and Marco. "Oh shut up horse face, it's not my fault you're going prematurely blind" Eren snapped, narrowing his eyes at the taller boy seated in front of him. "You trying to start something dog-brain" the boy replied, "Maybe I am shithead, and if that's your idea of an insult you'll definitely end up with a thesaurus for Christmas this year" the brunette smirked, completely expecting Jean's next move, which happened to be launching over the table at Eren, cursing and letting his fists fly, and with a laugh Eren responded the same way, launching his fists anywhere he could reach as they boys battled on the floor spitting and snarling.
In both boy's opinions it was over all too soon as they were quickly separated by a teacher and ordered to the principal's office. As they walked in front of the teacher on the way they quite noticeably and almost playfully glared daggers through each other. Regardless of the current situation, all Eren could think about was how mad his father was going to be.