Since Eren started going to Trost University, the thing he could say with absolute certainty was that he hated commuting, especially when the weather became extremely cold. It had started snowing a week before and already a blanket of white covered most of the city. Even the workers couldn't keep up with how quickly the snow accumulated and today happened to be one of those days.
"Attention passengers, due to the weather, the xxx line will be delayed. We are sorry for the inconvenience this may cause."
And that so happened to be the third time the announcement had been repeated.
"I should just go home," he muttered to himself, already an hour late by the look of things. He would, if things cleared up, only make half of his first class. If things didn't clear up…well, he didn't even want to think of those odds. Worst case scenario, he might return home as a Popsicle.
He buried his face deeper into the green scarf around his neck and his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. The snow, as light and dense as ever, began to cover his black hood with white.
"Five more minutes," he promised. If the train didn't come in that time, he would leave.
Murmuring came from his right a few minutes later and he turned to the tracks – the train was coming! He shifted the book bag on his back while the train came by at an extremely slow pace. He cursed as he realized the train was packed, everyone almost spilling out when the doors opened.