Friends With A Winchester? Unbelievable…

Eren yawned noisily as he entered the lounge, a small backpack strapped across his shoulders.

The automatic doors slid silently behind him, and he blinked away as he beheld the occupants of the room.

“Hey, Eren. Rough day? Where’ve you been anyways?” asked Sid, who was sitting on a futon. He was playing card games with Gaine, who was sitting next to him.

Gaine shot Eren a glance.

“You look like death warmed over, Trost.”

“Fuck off, Winchester.” Eren growled noncommittally as he threw the backpack on the bed, collapsing on the mattress.

He didn’t want to admit it, but his activities this morning, undertaken so soon after returning from a mission no less, had really tired him out.

“You’re late, by the way. What took you so long?” Sid continued persistently, his thoughts focused on Eren but his eyes practically glued to his game.

“I was studying.”

“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.” Gaine butted in with his unwelcome commentary.

“Fuck off. Are you implying that I don’t study?”

“Oh,