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He’s trying to take his seat when it happens. He’s late, so he’s not especially looking where he’s going.
His foot catches on something- and of course it would later turn out to be the case to Jean’s trumpet, because why wouldn’t it be? The asshole could at least be a little more considerate of people and he’s about to tell him as much.
Except that all stops mattering approximately two seconds later.
Because he’s sprawled at the feet of a very, very pretty girl.
Historia Reiss stares down at him with wide eyes.
Eren flushes bright red. “Uh… hi?”