[ Eren knows how to press Jean's buttons; at one point, he'd done it to get him to focus on his hand-to-hand training. Now, it's because he needs to vent steam, someone who won't hold back and that he's not afraid to hurt a little—
He grunts with the first punch, jaw set and letting his eyes slide over to meet Jean's with deliberate, indignant slowness. ]
No. [ He practically spits out the word. ] But I'm not the one acting like it never happened.
[ And Eren's chest grows heavy and tight, heart pounding so hard it hurts. Even if he's the one doing the goading, all of this is wrong and he speaks in a low, frustrated hiss. ] Like it didn't fucking matter.
[ With that, he snaps back— there's not much space between them, so he settles for grabbing the other boy by the lapels and trying to bring him down onto his knee. ]
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He grunts with the first punch, jaw set and letting his eyes slide over to meet Jean's with deliberate, indignant slowness. ]
No. [ He practically spits out the word. ] But I'm not the one acting like it never happened.
[ And Eren's chest grows heavy and tight, heart pounding so hard it hurts. Even if he's the one doing the goading, all of this is wrong and he speaks in a low, frustrated hiss. ] Like it didn't fucking matter.
[ With that, he snaps back— there's not much space between them, so he settles for grabbing the other boy by the lapels and trying to bring him down onto his knee. ]