There's something that relaxes Eren about being being in the short, black haired man's room while he waits for him to finish showering. When he's done, they can go to the bar downtown, the same one they met at only months ago on Eren's birthday, called Survey.
After some encouragement for Levi to take his time, Eren reckons he has about five minutes to ransack the bedroom of all the memories Levi has hidden somewhere. They have to be somewhere. Because if not, the double bed, the oak colored desk of drawers and the lack of possessions in general would drive a person crazy. Then again, Levi is a quirky man; he's probably considered crazy already.
The surface of the drawers have nothing on them, except for towels that wouldn't fit inside and had no other place to sit until needed, since Levi's studio apartment didn't have an airing cupboard. There's nothing on the gleaming, white windowsill either, the one that overlooks their rural city with its ancient, sandstone buildings, unlike this one.
Levi had once told him he considered himself lucky for getting a house that didn't crumble when he cleaned it. Yes, Levi cleans the exterior walls of the entire three storey flat, erected in the late 90's, using a ladder or his own climbing skills. Somehow, the landlord doesn't seem to mind. Well, the man does clean the building for free, although he also grumbles about the state of the place.
Now, there's only the double bed with it's black and white design, and Eren wonders if Levi followed the adolescent ritual of hiding personal things under the mattress. Eren can recall those painful teenage years and takes it all with a large pinch of salt. Yeah. They hadn't exactly been "the best years of his life". But right now, there are memories, keepsakes, that are at utmost importance, not his, of course.
Just as he lifts up one side of the mattress to look underneath, a flash of color catches his eye from beneath Levi's pillow. Bingo. He drops the mattress in favor of retrieving what seems to be a calendar, with professional pictures of landscapes from around the world plastered all over it.
However, in neat, sharpie-black writing beneath the words "Calendar 2014" on the front cover alongside a beautiful blue lake, its says "Progress Report".
Curious, Eren flips to the first month, January. There is nothing marked in the dated boxes, but there's a lovely picture of Buckingham Palace after top of the page. He flips onto February, but there's still nothing in Levi's writing, and to be honest he doesn't care to look at the Pyramids right now.
But when he turns to March, his birth month, and right at the very end where it says March 30th; there's a tidily written sentence in ballpoint pen.
"The day I met Eren Jaeger is the day I fell in love for the first time."