Eren pulls out of my hug and rubs his eyes. 

"Are...you okay?" I repeat, confused at his sudden comfort. "Look, I'm sorry this would've been pressurising for you...it's hard when someone likes you but you don't feel the same way,"  

"But..." He chokes, tears in his teal eyes. "I do love you,"

"What?" I say shocked. I genuinely thought Eren was comforting me...I didn't think he loved me back.

"I...I...I love you more than the sun. Everyday I spend with you...I...I love it. You're so pretty, your (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair...it melts my heart. When I saw you with Jean...I broke. I snapped. Everyone knows I like you...I was told earlier today by Armin to tell you... but I told Mikasa instead. I saw the way you looked at me...I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression," Tears travel down to his chin. 

"I thought...you hated me. You asked Mikasa out..." I think aloud. 

"To make you jealous..."

"Well it worked. I've never cried so much in my life," I say bitterly. He looks at me really guiltily. I look up at him, "Did you know I liked you? I thought Conny might have said something..."

"No. I thought you liked Armin...and you were awkward around me because you liked my titan form...and not my human one," He smiles sadly. 

"No," I choke, holding myself in a hug.

"So, we both like each other huh? No hard feelings?" Eren chuckles, wiping away his tears. 

"No hard feelings," I repeat, walking over to Eren. My hands reach up to his cheeks, and I cup them and my body thrusts forward into a kiss that causes my lips to quiver. I pull back and see the shock on his face. "I'm sorry..." I say embarrassed. "I'm not very good at this-" I am cut of by another heart warming kiss that connects our lips, and I melt onto Eren's skin.

He pulls back, eyes glowing. "You are very good at this," 

"Thank you," I blush. "Should we go back now?" I suggest.

"Yes, if you want. What happened to your shoes and dress?" Eren panics, looking at my feet.

"I tripped. My foot began to bleed and my mascara ran and...can I change first?" I mumble.

"Yes, but you can't walk with a cut foot!" Eren reaches out his right arm around my back, and his left reaching around my buttocks. 

"What are you-" I ask when Eren lifts me up, carrying me bridal style. He walks swiftly as if I was a feather, and I wrap my hands around his neck, starring deep into his eyes. We walk to the steps of the ball room and I see a coat lying next to dress shoes, gloves and a top hat. "You weren't wearing shoes?" I say concerned. 

"No," Eren replied. He lifts me down and I pick up my shoes with the jewelry inside and the ribbon on top. He lifts his blazer over his arm and slips on his shoes, shoving his gloves into his hat. We walk up to our bedrooms. "Hey, I'll just freshen up, okay?" Eren asks, standing at his door. 

"Yes, of course. Knock on my door when you're ready," I whisper tiredly. I go into the shower and rinse off all the blood, sweat and tears. I put on a comfortable dress I wear on days off and brush my hair back. I bandage my foot and slip knee high socks on, with flats to wear instead of heels. I don't put any makeup or jewerly on, and walk into my bedroom. When I open the door I spot Eren wearing a long sleeved shirt and vest, standing over my desk and looking at all of my drawings.