Helloooooo everyone~! This Riren fic will be based off of the ever-popular song "15 Years Pursuing A Cute Boy" by Hatsune Miku and "Clingy for 15 Years" by VY2/Yuuma from Vocaloid.

::| I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin or the song. |::

The story will be mostly written in Levi's POV.

Chapter 1 - Year One

These poems written of my love for you,

I've been sending them for 15 years straight.

As always there is no reply,

And still there is no reply.

The pencil was blunt again. The pens that lay beside me have all run out of ink. Again. A pile of papers were crumpled up and waited to be recycled properly in the waste bin. My fingers were stiff and my wrist hurt from the exertion. My neck was stretched and tired, my butt was sore from sitting too long. I blinked a few times to refocus my blurry eyes but to no avail.

Reluctantly, I pushed myself out of my swivel chair and gave my back a good, long stretch. A yawn escaped my lips without myself noticing. I popped my fingers back into place as well as my neck. What I needed was a good cup of coffee. Definitely.

Running a hand through my dark hair, I made my way towards the kitchen. As always, I checked the cleanliness of the house as I passed by the various rooms. Not a vase out of place, not a picture crooked, no dirt on the floor and not a speck of dust to be found. It was pristine, just the way I liked it.

The coffee maker was set on, inside a brew of Fazenda Santa Innes. The coffee beans cost an arm and a leg but the brew left a very pleasant taste in my mouth. Suddenly I am reminded of you, when you wanted to taste my coffee and kissed me, the strong taste of coffee lingering as our tongues collided. I shook the thoughts away, not wanting to have them invade my peace. The kitchen counter had been swiped down, spotless, sparkling under the sun. And I am reminded of you again. How you made a mess when you ate like a pig, how you never cleaned up thoroughly afterwards, leaving crumbs here and there. How you always apologised after.

I took the last drag of my bitter coffee. The warm, brown liquid slid down my throat nice and easily, caffeine kicking into my systems. I felt energized already. Droplets of cold water splashed onto the hem of my shirt and I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I continued washing the mug.

~.~.~.~

The pencil had been sharpened. The pens were either refilled or replaced with new ones. The pile of papers had been neatly stacked in a box, ready to be recycled. A new stack of papers sat by the pens, ready to be used.

I snapped my fingers once more before I took a piece of paper from the stack and a pen. I tapped the pen on my chin for a few moments before I let all my emotions flow out to to you. The words formed themselves on the white canvas, creating curiosity, hope and love. The pen moved rapidly, inking the paper as a tattooist would ink his client's skin.

~.~.~.~

The white envelope went slid in without a hitch. I had made sure to affix the stamp carefully, applying glue on it for safe measures. The red post box stood before me, mocking me.

It told me that I was pathetic. It told me that I was the worst of the worst. It told me that I should get up and meet my lover instead of sending him letters of love.

I told the post box that it was pathetic. I told the post box that it was the dirtiest of the dirtiest. I told the post box that it couldn't get up to meet its lover, because it didn't have one.

Angrily, I put on my poker face and walked back home. I had no need to stand there all day conversing with a mere post box.

Yet the thought of you receiving my letter managed to pull the corners of my lips upwards.

The first year I was a bit reckless,

I wrote everyday without fail to you.

I always licked the stamps with no rest,

Sending you my heart's "spit".

Thank you for reading! I hoped that you have enjoyed this chapter. Any thoughts on this and should I continue writing?

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