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Eren closed his eyes against the harsh desert sun as he relaxed back into his seat at the window. He wasn't upset, no, not at all. He didn't mind that he was to be taken from his best friend, Armin, and his adopted sister Mikasa. Heh, being angry was beneath him after all. Even as he was hotheaded, he wasn't mad over the fact that he was going to have to move into a dorm room with a stranger, nor did he care that- Okay, who was he kidding? The Yeager boy was far from happy. He was, nicely put, furious.
But he was all tuckered out, too tired from arguing to really move a muscle.
Maybe that was his aunt's plan from the start; tell Eren the night before that it would be his last to stay in the place he's called home for three years after his mother died and his father disappeared, and perhaps he would work himself into a state of immobility. He did, as proven earlier, even as Mikasa attempted to calm him down, explaining that it would only be for a year. That only made his hate for this situation burn and fester inside him. Yeah, it would only be a year but it was a year of his life spent away from what mattered most to him.
Why did he even have to leave the comfort of home? He had done nothing wrong, well, not majorly wrong, but nonetheless, whatever it was for, Eren believed it was pointless for him to leave. Sure, it was his fifth time getting suspended from school for fighting, but he thought they'd already been over this: Armin was being bullied again. He was the type of friend to leave him hanging, nope, he would beat the shit out of anyone who dared hurt the blonde boy. Yet, even Mikasa had been in the fight, albeit she'd never been told on, and had inflicted more damage than a girl should be able to, at least a mere 17 year old. Moving on from the details, Eren really shouldn't have been suspended but there was apparently a new "No Heroic's" policy. It disgusted him.
Sighing over the matter at hand, he still tried to find out why he was being sent to a school for unmanageable teens. He wasn't "unmanageable". But apparently, his aunt, sister to his late mother, thought so.
Grumbling under his breath, he listened intently to the airs around him as the noises of busy life filled the stale air. God, he hated being in airports. He also despised being in an airplane. The was something restricting about being stuck in a large metal contraption that Eren hated. He'd rather want to travel through the wind on his own, by his means. It'd be nice to be a bird, but why would anyone subject themselves to the lowered intelligence of that? Perhaps wires would do the job...
He was thinking on the subject when he heard he was to board. Continuing to complain inwardly, he quickly did just that, setting his sights on a certain window seat to settle himself in to sleep the ride away. He was interrupted, however, when someone short moved in and stole his spot. Already being on a short fuse, Eren was ready to destroy the theif, when cold dark eyes met his, freezing him in the walkway.
Strange...
It felt as if he were falling into those dark things, seeming to take to him a darker place, a place not touched by light. There was a moment of pure silence for Eren, in which he only heard his breathing and the slender teen's. Attempting to blink and clear away what was happening, he found he couldn't. It was only when people began to complain that Eren settled move to sit next to the alarming guy. He couldn't get a window seat now, but somehow Eren had forgotten his earlier distress, promptly filled with blabbering thoughts that seemed to go on endlessly.
As the plane took off, Eren found himself in a silence that was filled with more awkwardness than Armin's childhood photos, and he did not like it. Wondering on what to say, if only to start a mindless conversation, he racked his head, seeming to have forgotten English in the process as he blurted out, "Hello, my name is Eren, seatmate!" Though it sounded a bit more like "hewo, mwah nahhme isss Erwen, sheetate." What the actual fuck? Cringing, he snuck a glance at the guy, careful of the eyes, only to find that he had been ignored. The cold eyed dude, with an expressionless face, or that of someone on the verge of dying from boredom, had already put in earphones, loud music blaring.
That only confused Eren more. Had he been ignored, or had he just not been heard? Wishing for it to the latter, Erin settled himself into sleep, acutely aware of the person next to him.
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Eren was back to being irritable as a woman with a stout face guided him through the correction facility disguising itself as a school. He couldn't stop thinking, really, he had tried to. His thoughts could be taken, however, from the guy on the plane nor his current situation. Ugh, it made him all so angry and flustered. He prayed for the end of the tour, not taking in anything as she boringly began to describe the history of the school. The only thing Erin found remotely interesting was that the male dorm rooms were made over a site where many years ago, the bones of large humans were found. It was stupid, of course, to believe that they were real bones, but did provide some fascination to get his mind off everything.
As the tour was ending, the woman guided him to his dorm room, #213, sighing over how tired walking so much made her. He would have asked if she were alright, had he not been so involved in his thoughts. When they reached the destination, she quickly gave him a key, informing him that his dorm mate would probably be inside. Sure enough, after the woman left, he entered to find someone he really hadn't expected to meet.
"Holy shit," was all the Yeager boy said as Jean Kirschtien met his surprised gaze.
"I didn't know you were going to be my new roommate. Couldn't they have placed you better, maybe in the garbage can."
Eren said nothing, too focused on recalling all their fights they had together until the guy was sent away for some shit that Eren never really all that much for.
"How is Mikasa?" Jean asked, as he slumped back onto his bed.
"Good," Eren muttered, never really understanding why his old rival had always asked after Mkasa. Jean was an idiot though, so Eren guessed he would let it slip. All he really wanted to do was sleep.
"I'm surprised, no words for the guy who saved your ass many a times before?" Jean asked, the room having filled with silence.
"I don't think that's ever happened."
"Oh, I guess it wasn't obvious enough for you, moron."
"Explain then," Eren demanded out briskly as he collapsed onto the empty bed.
"See, every time our fights ended, I was holding back."
"You really are a stupid, aren't you?"