So this is my first Attack on Titan story I've ever attempted. Revie. Tell me if you want a continuation. This is a YAOI. Flamers will be fed to the Mother of Dragons children (her dragons -.-)
Eren sighed and put his head in his hands, rubbing his green eyes tiredly. The nightmares were plaguing him more often than they use to. Normally, he could push them aside and suppress them, but with nothing to do at work and his classes at the University being out for break he couldn't exhaust himself as easily. The workouts he did weren't wearing him out like they use to either. The blood and screams were beginning to follow him into his waking hours now. They were so vivid behind his eyelids he was scared to close his eyes. With a sigh, Eren stood and pulled on his shorts and wife beater, pulling on his shoes as he stood in front of his door. He walked out of his apartment and down the flight of stairs before going to the gym.
When he entered there was a chorus of greetings. He was a regular here, known to work himself into an exhausted state.
"Oi, Eren, I didn't expect to see you here today again." Jean greeted as Eren turned on a treadmill and upped the speed into a fast paced jog.
"I felt like I needed another round today." Eren kept his reply to the bare minimum as he put his ear buds in and blasted his music. He wasn't in the mood to listen to Jean's ragging on his habits. The beat to Simon Curtis's song "Flesh" swept him up into a daze as he ran. He had it on repeat, not focusing on anything. He didn't notice that Jean had left until a different man started running beside him. Eren gave a side glance to the shorter dark haired male before going back to running.
He couldn't feel his legs anymore, them having gone numb a while ago. He finally slowed the machine to a walk to catch his breath and looked down at the miles he had run. 30. He had run 30 miles without stopping. He stopped the treadmill and walked over to the weight bench after having caught his breath and sipped on some water, knowing better than to gulp it down. The sweat dripped off him as he adjusted the weights to 200 lbs. He laid back and began pressing. The weight felt almost easy as he did his reps. He zoned out, not bothering to count as he continued until his arms started ache and tremble. Eren had tried adding muscle build, but his body was made to be lean instead of bulky. He finished his last rep and went to put the bar back in place. As he did, his sweat slicked grip slipped and he would've dropped it on himself if someone hadn't of caught it. He sat up and pulled out his ear buds before looking towards his saviour. "Thanks-" His words were cut off by towel being thrown on his face.
"Wipe off, Brat. You're filthy." At the familiar tone of voice and inflection of disgust he had heard only in his less bloody dreams, his head jerked up to lock eyes with a short, raven haired man with buzzed undercut. The man's bangs hung in front of his face, shadowing his eyes.
A scene flashed in front of Eren's eyes of the same man wearing a strange uniform of straps and skin tight white pants, a crisp white shirt, a cravat, and topped by a tan jacket with bi-colored wings on the back in blue and white.
A hand waving in front of his face caused him to blink and refocus on the man in front of him. He appeared annoyed, a dark scowl on his face.
"Sorry. I'm a little out of it." Eren scratched the back of his neck out of habit. The spot was highly sensitive and prone to itching when he was tired. He could feel the exhaustion weighing on him and he slumped down a little.
"What's a Brat like you doing running thirty miles and then lifting so much weight for an extended period of time with no spotter?" The man said in an agitated voice.
Eren shrugged, not wanting to say anything to a complete stranger about the images and sounds that haunted him. "Just needed to burn off some energy. I'm Eren Yeager."
"Levi. And there are other ways to burn energy that are not any where near as dangerous as what you just did. Do you have a death wish, you shitty Brat?" Levi's face remained impassive and slightly irritated.
Eren looked away at that. He had considered that before; simply ending himself to escape the blood and screams that echoed through his head and left his skin crawling and feeling too tight for his body. As it was, he barely ate and only slept when he was exhausted enough to simply drop into bed without another thought, blacking out from the strain. He knew he couldn't keep this pace up for much longer.
A hand grasped his shoulder tightly,drawing him from his thoughts. Eren flinched at the contact. He never allowed anyone to touch him; not Armin or Mikasa. He couldn't stand the thought of physical contact let alone the acactuality of said contact. He always felt filthy, as though he would contaminate whoever tried to touch him. That was why Levi's statement of him being filthy didn't bother him.
Levi pulled his hand back at the flinch and leveled a dark stare at him, like he was trying to figure him out.
"Sorry." Eren mumbled as he stood up, the towel Levi had thrown at him was hanging around his neck. "Do you want to take your towel back?"
Levi scrunched his nose up in distaste. "No. It's filthy now. You can wash it and give it back later on." With that Levi turned around and walked away, back ram rod straight and posture once again reminding Eren of the Captain he had seen flash across his vision. With a sigh, he shook his brown hair and scrubbed at his green eyes with the palms of his hand, trying to banish the vision from his thoughts.