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[ a few days after the full moon’s cycle has shifted and the restless energy settles, eren is keen to return to the same home he struggled by with a muddied mind and. actually bit a guy.

also— he’s got a bond now, surprising or not. eren’s flexible when it comes to what it takes to survive and get back home.

when he sees the blond leaving his home, eren pushes himself off a wall (he was sunbathing on as he waited), follows behind and calls for, striking and gruff, but not unapproachable. the remains of scratches have been healing well on his face, still scabbing— and he looks more like a lizard, teeth in by full and black scales, where they patch with exposed skin. ] Katsuki. [ he’s german, so, first names are a normalcy. ]

[At the sound of his given name, Katsuki bristles. No one calls him that except for his parents. And that voice sure as hell didn't belong to that old hag.

He probably should have expected it. While he was inclined just to ignore the whole encounter, other people would probably do something stupid like apologize. What did he have to apologize for? This wasn't his fault.

Katsuki glances back, expression cold.]

The hell do you want?

[ when eren jaeger actually thinks the same exact fucking thing that’s hilarious. anyway.

he knows how this might end, he might not. all he knows is that he wants to do what his heart, as a person, is itching for him to do. no one could tell him he didn’t try. while he’s undoubtedly not cold, but neither is he close to warm, eren’s there with purpose. positive purpose. ]

To check on you.

[His face twists into a pinched expression.

He doesn't need to be checked on. Their encounter was awkward and he feels anger at himself for losing control. It's something he's keen to forget. And to just never run into this guy ever again.

This just feels like salt in the wound.]

Yeah? Well, you've fucking checked, now get lost.

[ eren almost wants to laugh— and the huff that comes past his lips, while accompanied by a frown, is akin to the beginnings of an incredulous one. if he were to ever laugh. ]

How the hell old are you, nine?

[He grits his teeth, clenching his fists so hard that he can feel the scabs on his hand begin to tear at the tension.]

The hell do you even care? The fuck do you want from me?

I’d care if I bit someone, brat or not. That enough?

Well, its fucking fine!

Not that deep or anything. Shit. Is that all you were worried about?

[Except for... he gets it. He just doesn't want to show it.]

[ pouting game aside, that’s fucking better you dunkaroo

a pause, though. while his expression doesn’t soften, it becomes a little less severe. just by 👌 this much. ]

We’re on the same boat. No one wants to lose control over themselves. [ he brings a scale-covered hand up, not that there’s only that to gesture to. ] Did you think about a bond?

I didn't-!

[Except he did... he knows it. Fuck, he totally knows it. So he inhales and changes course.]

It... it's never gonna happen again. I'm gonna make sure of that.

[Bonds go... unaddressed.]

[ eren watches him for a little while longer in silence. he could question him and pin him to that, but. this is probably as far as he goes when it comes to concern. at least bakugou quietens when the truth is pretty clear for both of them.

if anything, he’ll give him some faith. it’s the least he could do if he hopes for better meetings, here. with hands in his pockets, eren nods. ]

You know what’s best for you. [ and, with a dip of his head to regard him, eren gestures for him to get going as he prepares to do the same. ] Just wanted to make sure. Take care of yourself.

Whatever.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets and kicks at a rock as he turns away.]

[ the door knocks vigorously at bakugou’s residence, and if not answered— it’l grow louder and faster until a voice bellows from outside: postal service!! wearing his bright orange work vest with pride (and sweating from head to toe, he’s been running all day), he calls out again: ]

I have a survey for this address?! [ . . . ] I can’t leave until you do it!

[ those are the rules! so you’ll have your own voice twin knocking and screaming until you open up ]

GO THE FUCK AWAY! NO ONE WANTS TO ANSWER YOUR SHITTY SURVEY!

[Screaming out the window. You know, as one does.]

[ oh— there you are!! nishinoya perks and stares up at the window, then yelling back: ]

IT’S NOT MINE!!

[ and so begins— the woodpecker knock. he knock knock knock knock and doesn’t plan to stop until . . . he actually does. to look back up again.

wait a minute. ]

— Spunky?!

...

[Wait does he...

know this guy.]

...Who're you again?

It’s Noya!!

[ he’s practically bouncing up and down with excitement, but nothing deters his yelling. ]

You suplexed that fairy zombie, remember?! And I shocked it!!

...

...

[This guy is loud. (hypocrite).]

Not at all.

[ no way . . . no way no way?! noya cups his hands over his mouth: ]

Did you forget?!

[ someone nearby yells out their window: shut your trap lad!! ]

God!

[STOP SCREAMING.]

No, I didn't fucking forget! I just want you to go the hell away!

[ he didn’t forget, that’s a relief!! all he needed was a kickstart, then.

but he’ll keep screaming. ]

You need to do the survey for that!

No!

Fuck off!

[Woah is there... something he can throw at this dipshit? Kinda checking around the room.]

[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.

“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]

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