Maybe it was fate that brought them together that night, or a series of misunderstandings and unsure feelings. The only thing Eren was sure of was that he absolutely did not recognize the apartment he woke up in. He was wrapped in white sheets that smelled freshly cleaned. He sat up and looked around, noting that no one else seemed to be around. Everything was very tidy and neat, 'Ah, boring...' he thought. It was strange though, almost as if the air in the room had never been breathed in by another person, as if the apartment wasn't lived in at all.

A small piece of paper rested on a white nightstand beside the bed, Eren picked it up and read it:

'Dirty drunk,
Please don't touch anything in my apartment. Your phone and wallet are on the table. I have to work until late so please excuse yourself.'

Eren felt his eyebrow twitch, 'This person... is he nice or a complete asshole?' He sighed in frustration as he had no recollection of the previous night at all. He dropped the note on the floor before looking around, his face turning red as he realized he was in nothing but boxers and a shirt that wasn't his own. "Ahhhh where the hell am I?!" He whined as he walked out of the bedroom and into a large livingroom space.

He paused as he looked over at a large sliding glass door. The sun shone brightly in, illuminating the white furniture. He felt his breath catch in his throat at the view. He had to be at least 50 floors up above the city, overlooking thousands of buildings and skyscrapers, the ocean glimmering in the distance. 'Exactly... exactly what kind of person lives here?'

He turned around to see the kitchen where everything was renovated and luxurious, his clothes were folded very neatly on top of a white granite table. He grabbed them and began putting his pants on, noting that they smelled freshly washed. He grabbed his wallet, phone and house key that were also on the table. "Thirty missed calls! Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He scrolled through his phone frantically, 'Armin and Mikasa must be so worried...' He checked his missed texts.

Armin:
Eren are you safe? Where did you go?

We're going back to your home please call yourself a taxi.

You aren't home, we're calling the police, please call us.

MIKASA IS SO PISSED.

He didn't bother to read the rest of the messages, he tapped Armin's name to call him. Before it could hardly ring on time his friend answered in a panic. "Eren?! Is that you?"

"Yea, it's me, i'm so sorry I got drunk and didn't hear my phone. I'm safe, I uhhh crashed at a hotel, i'm about to call a taxi home."

It sounded as if Armin's voice was shaking, "We're so glad you're safe. I stayed at your house last night waiting for you to come home. I'm going to explain everything to Mikasa, she's been worried sick."
"I'm sorry, thank you Armin..." Eren hung up letting out a small sigh. "Welp, time to go home, thanks for the hospitality random stranger." He paused as he noticed a card sitting on the kitchen counter. He carefully picked it up, in gold embroidered letters across the front it simply read:

Levi
Survey Corps Manager
xxx-xxx-xxxx

He slipped the card into his pocket before calling a taxi to go home.

THE PREVIOUS DAY:

It felt great to be out of class and free for the weekend; finally college exams had ended and Eren was ready for a celebration. "Ah, Mikasa! Armin!" He shouted as he spotted his friends across the campus courtyard.

"Eren!" Armin shouted back, waving with excitement. Mikasa waving a small greeting behind him. Eren jogged across the courtyard to his friends, "Phew those exams were intense. I was thinking we could go by my place to change and I found this really neat little bar and curry shop downtown we can go celebrate."

Armin was always excited to go out with Eren, "Sounds great! I brought a change of clothes with me just in case you wanted to go out tonight." Mikasa nodded in agreement, though she didn't speak much she followed Eren and Armin everywhere. It had become a tradition for the three of them to hang out at Eren's on weekends since he had his own small house that he inherited with Mikasa after their parents had passed away.

They all stopped by his home to drop off their belongings and change before calling a taxi to head downtown. Eren absolutely loved to visit the city since they lived in the countryside. His eyes lit up as they approached the towering buildings and bright billboards. They exited the cab into the busy streets. Eren skipped ahead of his friends, "I heard from someone in class that this place is the best! Kinda small but really good drinks. Plus I never really get to see the city at night ya know? It should be really cool!"

Evening was quickly approaching as they made their way into the bar. It was actually very quiet inside, colorfully lit up and emitted a comforting atmosphere.

"Welcome! Please have a seat anywhere." The host greeted them. Eren ran to a large booth near the corner and jumped into the comfortable seat. "Ah you can see the whole bar from here, this place looks so cool!" He exclaimed.

"This is actually very nice." Mikasa sat down beside Eren, taking in the experience. Eren didn't hesitate to begin ordering some overly complicated sounding alcoholic drinks.

"Maybe you should pace yourself, Eren, we have the whole night ahead of us." Armin chimed in, always looking out for his friends safety. Of course his words went unheeded as usual. Eren didn't drink often so after his very first drink he was already talking more quickly than usual and bouncing around his seat. Armin noted Mikasa watching Eren carefully, smiling at his behavior. Mikasa had always been watching Eren, protecting him.

The mistake that night happened when Armin remembered hearing about a bookstore that was open 24 hours. It was just across the street and apparently had some very valuable books that were hard to find online. "Eren, Mikasa, I'm going to run across the street to check out this shop. I'll be back shortly."

Armin chose not to drink but he could tell Eren was already way passed his limit and even Mikasa looked a little flushed in the face but they insisted on ordering more. "Ah!" Mikasa spoke up, "It's dangerous in the city streets alone, let me escort you. We can be back by the time the next round of orders come up." While she seemed like she would prefer to stay there with a tipsy Eren, she couldn't let her friend go out alone either.

"That's a good idea actually, it will be quick! Eren, are you okay waiting here for ten minutes?" Armin couldn't see anything going wrong considering the bar was actually more upscale.

"I'm fine, i'm fine~ I'm waiting for more of that cake drink thing that Mikasa ordered for me!" He gave them a cheerful thumbs up as they both got up from the table. Now while Eren was still sober enough to understand he needed to wait at the table for them to return something caught his attention earlier in the night. He glanced over at the bar where a man sat on a stool by himself. His back looked small and delicate, he was dressed in a rather expensive looking business suit. He noted that he was wearing white gloves and hadn't touched much of his drink all evening.

'Hmmmm maybe he's waiting for a pretty girl? Maybe he got stood up?' He thought to himself, and while he had no romantic interests in men he still didn't feel right seeing someone sitting alone. 'I should invite him over.' It was probably the alcohol giving him the courage to stand up once his friends left as he walked over to the bar, taking a seat beside the man. Up close he had a very delicate face, almost like that of a girl. He felt the blood rush to his face at the thought, 'No, no, no, no stupid alcohol. My brain is mush right now.' Though he finally walked up here he wasn't exactly sure what to say. "He..."

"What are you staring at?" The man cut him off abruptly.

Eren froze, shivers running down his spine at the glare he received from the man. "W-well you were sitting alone so I came to say hello..."

"So? I sit here alone frequently. Did your girlfriends back there ditch you or somethin'?"

Eren snorted in disbelief, this was not the conversation he pictured having at all. He felt himself snap back, "Eh? At least I can get a girlfriend and i'm not sitting at some bar by myself wearing butler gloves like a weirdo." He watched as the bartender suddenly froze, turning to walk quickly away. The man beside him was emitting a deadly aura. 'Shit, he's a monster!' He swore he could see his life flash before his eyes as if he were about to die, he flinched expecting to be yelled at or even punched but nothing came.

The man exhaled, spinning on his chair and getting up. He placed a tip for the bartender on the counter and turned to leave. "Ah, wait!" Eren knew he screwed up, he said something he didn't mean, even if the man was being a little rude to him.

"Go away."

Eren wasn't going to take no for an answer at that point as he followed the man out of the bar and into the bustling city streets. "Look, wait, i'm sorry okay?" Eren chased after him but walking quickly made him feel the alcohol catch up to him all at once. He stumbled and tripped, hitting the concrete on all fours. The world was spinning around him, and everyone around him kept walking as if nothing happened.

"Oi, you alright?" He heard a soft yet cold voice. He looked up to see the man from the bar kneeling before him.

"I think... ugh, I had too much to drink."

"Get up. My place is nearby, i'll get you some water and you can call a ride home."

Just when Eren thought this guy was a complete jerk he was suddenly being very nice, maybe he wasn't all that bad. "Ah, help me up?" Eren asked, the world still spinning underneath him too fast to get up.

"No, get up."

'Pft maybe he is an asshole after all.' He pushed himself up, he felt his arms were scraped up from falling but it was nothing unbearable. 'How embarrassing.' he thought as he followed him. "Oh, by the way, my name is Eren." He felt like he was slurring his words a bit but at least he could formulate sentences. He was far too drunk to remember he was supposed to be waiting obediently at the bar for his friends to return though.

The man glanced back at him over his shoulder but didn't bother replying. It was frustrating that Eren couldn't read his body language at all, even more frustrating that this stranger didn't even have the decency of giving him his name in return. Having too much alcohol made the walk feel excruciatingly long as they walked through the busy city streets through crowds of people. It was overwhelming to his senses as he felt himself walking closer behind the man.

Finally they arrived at large towering building. It had a lobby much like a hotel, everything looked overpriced and gaudy. They took an elevator up to an apartment where he watched fascinated as the man used a touch pad device on the door to unlock it.

"So fancy~" Eren's eyes lit up as he entered the apartment. Even though it was night time The city lights illuminated a large sliding glass door in the living room. "Holy crap, we're above the whole city!" He shouted, running over to the window and pressing his hands to it.

"Please don't touch the glass..."

Eren couldn't hear the irritation in the man's voice as he shouted, "Amazing!" Eren was smiling ear to ear as he turned around, though the stranger deadpanned. The excited boy went to jump onto the white couch before the man finally half shouted at him.

"Wait! Don't sit there, and take off your shoes. Please change into these clean clothes and feel free to use the shower."

Eren laughed almost manically in his drunken joy as he threw off his shoes and began to take off his shirt. He could have swore at that moment the man looked even ten times more upset at that moment but he couldn't care less. "Loosen up. And I don't need a shower or nothing." He tossed his shirt to the floor and watched as the man snatched it up along with his shoes. 'Ah, this is fun.'

"It's hot in here." Eren whined as he began to take off his pants.

"No, no! Stop taking off your clothes dammit." The man growled which only made Eren laugh more.

"Oops." Eren said nonchalantly as he threw his pants across the apartment, landing on the kitchen counter.

He watched the man run after them and grab them up, going quickly into the next room over. He reappeared with a shirt and gray sweatpants neatly folded in his arms, handing them to the boy that now stood in his livingroom in nothing but boxers.

"Please..." The man grunted. "Put these on."

Eren sighed, "What are you, my dad or somethin'?" He snatched the clothes from him, putting on the shirt and tossing the sweatpants on the floor before tripping over a coffee table and landing on the couch. "Ouch."

The man sat down quietly beside him on the couch, resigning to his fate at this point. Eren was able to push himself back up into a sitting position as he glanced over the man next to him. He was still dressed in a business suit, but he had removed the jacked and had a white button up shirt on. He still wore his gloves and stared blankly at the floor in front of him as if deep in thought.

Eren spoke softly, "What's your name?" No response. "Why do you wear those gloves?" No response. "How old are you?" No response.

The man finally looked over at him and Eren could feel his breath catch in his throat as their eyes met momentarily. 'Ah... what is this feeling in my chest?' He was fascinated by him. Though the man was cold, he had soft and small features, his hair was cut very neatly and he smelled faintly like lavender. He hardly had a moment to take in his surroundings before he felt himself being shoved forcefully onto his back.

The man pinned him there, his expression unchanging before he finally spoke. "You shouldn't trust random strangers, what would you do if I had bad intentions?"

Eren felt as if he was about to be devoured, their bodies pressed together, his shoulders pinned down by gloved hands. The man leaned close enough that he could feel his breath on his lips. "You're not like that." Eren's voice was hushed, but it was full of sureness. "You didn't bring me here and give me clean clothes just to do something bad with me. Besides, there would be no merit to harm me."

"Merit..." The man repeated, his expression remained blank and unreadable. Yet, somehow, Eren was still positive he was not a bad guy. He released his grip from his shoulders, getting up off the couch. "You're a bit drunk so you can sleep there tonight. I want you out by tomorrow."

Eren didn't even hear that last statement as he was already dozing off drunk of the couch. He awoke abruptly a short time later, wiping a small string of drool off his mouth. He was sleeping on the couch, covered in a thin sheet, a pillow placed on top of him. He shouted suddenly, throwing the pillow across the room. "Ah, that's right, i'm at that guys place... where did he go?"

Eren got up from the couch, glancing around he saw the bedroom door and decided to let himself in. The room was pitch black, he stumbled around, his hands in front of him as he tried to find the bed. 'Found it!' He chuckled to himself as he crawled slowly onto the bed, trying not to wake the other man. He couldn't help but picture his face, maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but his face was rather cute. 'Ah if he was a girl it would be so perfect. Wait, what am I thinking?!' He curled up under the blankets, noting that the man must have been a very heavy sleeper.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The man snapped. Eren flinched, 'Shit, i'm caught!'

"I uhh... I had a bad dream." He lied. He prepared himself to be kicked out of the bed but the man remained completely silent. He was afraid to break the awkward silence. The bed was very warm, though they weren't touching he could feel heat emitting from the other man's body. He could hear his soft breath. 'Wait... is he actually going to let me stay here like this?'

He felt a deep heat in his stomach, like candle flames flickering over and over. It rose from his stomach up into his throat and took his breath away. He had never slept in someone else's bed before, his mind flashed back to the couch when the man's smaller body had pinned him down. Eren wanted him. 'Ah I drank too much.' He thought dully as he forced himself to calm down and fall asleep.

The next morning he awoke in a daze, everything ached. Worst of all he had absolutely no idea where he was, nor could he remember how he got there. Even so something in his heart felt uneasy and excited at the same time. As he picked up the business card from the counter to leave he couldn't control the tightness in his chest. "Levi..." He spoke his name softly as he stepped out of the apartment and called a taxi to get home.

Hello there, thanks for reading the first chapter of my story~ I appreciate any and all reviews! I hope to have the next chapter up quickly, it's a little bit of a slow build but I would like to develop Eren and Levi's relationship more in the next couple chapters.

See you next chapter!