Shortly after their conversation, Armin left with Jean. It was seven o'clock and while the party didn't officially start until eight, Armin was anxious about arriving late. He had always been like that. Eren scratched the back of his head as he dropped onto the couch and reached for the remote. Cartoons sounded nice.
Armin and Eren hadn't had time to pick up dinner, so he was going to have to order out. He sighed. Delivery was nice once in a while, but having the same thing over and over again lost its appeal after a while. 'Oh, well', he thought, 'It's not like I really have a choice.'
He wasn't that hungry at the moment, so he decided to take a shower first. It was hot outside, and moving the boxes back and forth had made him sweaty. He'd already unpacked most of his belongings, he didn't have that much to begin with, and it didn't take him long to find his favorite pair of pajama pants. They were red plaid and worn soft from use.
On his way to the bathroom, he grabbed a towel. Armin had already put everything away, and the steam from his and Jean's showers still tinged the mirror. Eren turned the knobs, adjusting the water. He preferred long, hot showers as opposed to Armin who preferred quick, cold ones, so there was still enough water heated. Since Jean had showered too, he made sure he was faster than usual just to be safe.
When he was almost finished, he heard a knock on the door. Frowning, he turned the water off and stepped out. After hastily drying his hair and sweeping the towel along his skin to pick up the lingering drops, he pulled on his pants and ran to the door. Who could it be? The only people who knew him and Armin had moved in were Jean and the manager, both of whom shouldn't be there.
Whoever it was, they were persistent to say the least. Throughout him drying himself, they had continued to press the doorbell repeatedly. After that hadn't worked, they had started to bang on the door itself. Eren could barely hear them shouting something on the other side.
Eyes blazing with irritation, Eren swung the door open, obscenities already forming on his tongue. A woman stood in front of him, and her squeal when she noticed him rang in his ears. Her brown hair was in a loose ponytail at the top of her head, and her smile made Eren cringe. She wore glasses, and a long trench coat hit the sides of her feet.
As the shock wore off, Eren noticed movement behind the strange woman, and his words died in his throat when he saw the man. His arms were crossed against his chest; he stood with his hip cocked to the side. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes bore into Eren's.
Eren's eyes grew wide as the man opened his mouth to speak. He looked angry, angrier than he'd ever seen him, and Eren somehow knew that it was his fault.
A/N:
Well, that escalated quickly. On a side note, I'm thinking about doing a little side chapter for Armin and Jean. I'll be posting it on my tumblr, when I do. Thanks for reading! Oh and for those of you who are watching for updates, I've already started chapter six (it's how Levi sees there encounter), and it should be up soon, I think...