The Time Hanji and Levi became Roommates
I own no part of Attack on Titan, only my OCs which are based off of myself and a good friend. Enjoy, Gina!
Chapter 1: In Which Hanji has Pink Fluffy Unicorns on Repeat for Hours
"And this is your new roommate, Hanji Zoe." I smile and stick out my hand, ready to be best of friends with this kid, but he just stares at me.
"Hello," he says and walks past, throwing his duffel bag on the floor and sitting down in an arm chair it to survey the room.
"Hm," I am not put off easily. "Thanks Gina, I'll get him settled in."
"It's cool, and if you want to come over and watch Attack on Titan later I'll probably be awake til three or something." Gina turns to leave but I stop her.
"Will Rose be there?"
"Yep, she just came back from the vet so she might be sleepy."
"Woohoo! Wait, when are cats not sleepy?"
"Gina rolls her eyes and turns to leave again. "You tell me, you're the biology major," she tosses this over her shoulder as she walks away.
"We haven't studied cats yet!" I holler at her retreating back, but all she does is wave. I spin back into the room, hands on hips, and face this new roommate of mine. /p
"So, what is your name?"
"Levi." Getting this kid to talk will be like pulling teeth, I can tell.
"Ok, Levi, I'm going to make dinner. Your room is down the hall in front of you on your right. Behind you is the kitchen, and behind you to your right is the bathroom. We don't have a lot of space but your room is all yours, fully furnished and all. Go get comfy, I'll let you know when the noms are done!" He doesn't react, only takes his duffel bag into his room and shuts the door.
"Huh, funny kid." I shrug and turn around, turning on a YouTube channel. I'm not sure what I'm making, but I'll figure it out as I go; Levi seems to be the type of kid to eat just about anything anyways. I start frying chicken and dancing around to my music which is stupidly repetitive, but in a good way. Of course I forget the chicken and the fire alarm goes off. I climb up onto the counter to turn it off and while I'm up there Levi comes out of his room, sees the mess of flour and egg I've made while trying to fry the chicken and starts cleaning. I'm still standing on the counter fiddling with the alarm when he gets to my foot.
He taps it saying, "Move, I'm cleaning and your feet are filthy." I jump down and stare as he wipes down the counter and proceeds to fix my cooking too.
"I'll cook from now on. You're obviously hopeless."
I laugh, "But it's fun to cook!"
"He turns around with a sigh, "Then you're in charge of unnecessary food. I'll take care of the important meals."
"Oh fine, can I at least help?"
"Sure, stay over there and talk." He points to the living room, far out of the kitchen and I go sit on the arm of the chair, keeping up a stream of chatter along the way. He seems to ignore me at first, but after he responds a few times I know he's listening. I manage to get out of him that he's a business major, enjoys sports, and prefers cats.
"Oh! My friend Gina has a cat named Rose. I'm sure you'll love her. She's a grouch and doesn't like people immediately, but once she gets to know you she'll just sit on your lap for hours! Would you like to go over there with me later? "
"Sure, here's your food." He hands me a plate with chicken, broccoli, and some mac and cheese.
"Whoa! This looks amazing Levi!"
"Thanks," is all he says.
"So who taught you to cook?" I realize I'm inhaling the food and I force myself to slow down.
"My mother did, before she died." He eats slowly and methodically, as if savoring every bite. I try to match his pace, but the food is too good.
"I'm sorry to hear she's passed but she had to be awesome, to teach you to cook this well!" I move my fork to take another bite and realize I've eaten my whole meal.
"She was." Levi moves to take my plate, but I yank his from his hands instead.
"Nope," I say, moving to the sink, "you cooked, I'll clean. That's the trade-off."
"Hm," he grunts doubtfully.
"What?" I ask as I blow a hank of hair out from behind my glasses.
"I enjoy cleaning. I don't mind cooking and then cleaning. I'll do both if I don't have to take half the food bill. I'll take 25 percent of the food bill if you let me cook and clean."
"You're a clean freak huh?"
He smiles slightly. "You could say that." He takes the plates back and proceeds to wash them, putting them on the rack to dry, and then wipes down the whole kitchen again. I want to watch, but I have five chapters in biochem to read and another three in anatomy, so I grab my books and curl up singing along with the music.
"Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows..."
"That song has been playing for hours, what in the world is it?"
"Oh! Sorry, it's a YouTube channel. They make silly parodies of an anime that I watch. If it's bothering you I can turn it off!" I reach for my computer.
"Yes, please." Is all he says.
Well, at least he's honest.
Author's Note:
So, the first chapter is done. It's a bit silly, a bit sad, but fun all the same. Hope it was enjoyed and hopefully easy to read. Confession, I wrote this at work (don't tell anyone) cause my job is super boring. Anyhow, I might do a few more chapters. Don't really have an end or goal in sight. Just having fun. Also, when I first posted it, it totally derped and screwed up the formatting so if you notice a stray quotation mark or letter, that's probably why. ^.^