White were the clouds moving through the blues skies above, green the leaves of trees moving through the air along with the soft breeze and like any other normal day, the green eyed boy was day dreaming about Levi Rivaille. He was short and athletic and with the most gorgeous expressionless face Levi had ever seen. Every single day he wore a leather black jacket, ripped dark skinny jeans, a simple dark blue b-shirt and white squared shirt tied around his hips yet the most fascinating thing about this mysterious person was the fact that he was only seventeen years and already rode a motorbike to school.
Levi Rivaille wasn't the kind of guy to care about other people opinions or the so said rumors about his persona, in fact he simply brushed everyone off by doing everything he wanted – he was the kind of teenager that everyone feared and respected in some way and Eren couldn't ignore the fact that the short male he had observed for the longest he could remember was indeed the badass person he would follow anywhere if asked too.
Closing his eyes, the brownish haired boy flipped the open sign over announcing the costumers the opening of his mother's restaurant before returning to his place behind the counter. Since his youngest days, his life routine had always been the same. First he would try to prey attention at what his stupid teachers said and actually study and then, after a long day of school he would return home to help his mother run her restaurant. Nothing to be proud of however he loved the smile plastered in his mother's face as she cooked and served the clients.
Sighing, Eren propped his elbows down on the counter as he watched the first costumers making their way inside and like any other night it was bunch of old people trying to have a decent dinner. Grabbing the small block note previously placed on his back jeans pocket, the tall boy made his way to the table wearing his famous smile –the kind of smile that made anyone fall for his charm but at the same his mother would always tell him that the most beautiful thing about him was nothing but his eyes. The powerful and intense green eyes of his. His opinion? He couldn't care less, if his eyes would make Levi notice him he would gladly accept the compliment.
"Good evening, have you chosen your order sir?" Eren said, moving his pencil over the small yellowish piece of paper while eying the three men.
"Yes, please three bowls of yakisoba noodles." One of the men said, looking at the beautiful boy with narrowed eyes.
"And for drinking?" The brown haired boy continued, obviously ignore the eyes watching him.
"Sake."
"Your order will be prepared in a few, thank you for waiting."
Moving through the half deserted room, Eren managed to rip the written paper to then hand it to his mother, the same mother that excitedly accepted and returned to her task. No, he didn't understand why she would always be so excited but as long as she didn't bother him, he was fine with whatever she did. Sweeping his tongue through his cherry bottom lip, Eren took a place behind the counter as his eyes soon started to read the marked sentences on his school book. Yes, study was a pain in the ass especially when the noise was starting to get on his nerves however, he was already used to it.
Not long after, the small restaurant owned by his mother became full and Eren started to move from side to side hurriedly trying to take every single order while one of his mother's friends served the food. Yes, it was indeed tiring and his eyes somewhat becoming heavier as the hours passed along with his unrested legs but he couldn't stop especially when the restaurant door was swung open and he appeared –looking as beautiful as ever. Gulping down his saliva, the brown haired boy stopped his moving hand as his eyes followed the slender figure moving through the door towards an empty table next to the counter, the same counter that he liked to think as his specialty. Why was that? The reason his quite simple – Eren liked to sat behind the counter instead of walking and take the orders.
"Sasha!" Eren whispered, nudging the co-worker and as well his mother friend with his elbow while eying the table that his beloved one chose to sit. "C-can you take that order?"
"What? Why would I brat?" The beautiful woman asked in return, crossing her arms over her chest whilst eying Eren from head to toe obviously interested especially after seeing the half flushed cheeks. "Oh, I see. The person you like is sat at that table?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" The brown haired boy rolled his eyes, pursing his lips out as he placed the small block-note down on the kitchen's counter. "I just need a favor alright? I have too many things to do and I can't keep it up, so are you willing to help me or not?"
"I don't know. What will you give me in return?" She said, approaching her face by a few inches making the green eyed bow snort in pure disgust.
"Don't get that ugly face of yours close to mine! And I have nothing to give you in return." He stubbornly retorted before running his fingers through his brownish hair.
"Then I guess I can't help you then…"
Eren was speechless, especially when the woman passed by him and walked to yet another table, carefully placing the blows of food down. What the hack was wrong with that person? Was helping him too much for her? And what did she mean with something in return? Growling lightly under his breath, finally giving up, he obliged his feet to move as he eventually stopped before the table Levi sat down –the same Levi that was making his knees grew weak under his weight.
Beautiful short dark hair falling over his eyes yet shaved on both sides, dark blueish eyes that had no kind of glint in them, slender nose and perfect cherry lips. So perfect, so beautiful yet so far from his reach. Pressing his lips together, Eren lowered his eyes towards the boy's hands and once again a gulp of his saliva was swallowed. Why was he so nervous to start with? "Good evening, have you decided what to order?"
As soon as he made himself be heard, the dark blueish eyes turn in his direction, observing him from head to toe as if the short male was actually trying to read him or find a weak spot but the most intriguing thing about that gaze was how surprised he seemed to be. Even if it was for brief seconds, Eren noticed the surprise glint in them and that actually shocked him quite a bit. Did Levi know him after all or was he simply dreaming? Actually was he working or dreaming? Reality was hard to see when everything involved the guy sat at the table.
"In fact we did." The soft voice echoed through his ears, making Eren actually slightly jump in his spot while Sasha quietly chuckled.
"Is that so? What are you getting?" Eren mumbled, scribbling the table number over the yellowish paper obviously trying to avoid the intense gaze that kept on observing him.
"Do you have any recommendations?" One of his friends asked while propping his jaw lazily over his hand's palm.
"Mhm, I…" Lost in his own world, Eren turned his head towards his mother friend that was still chuckling while attending some costumers which in return made the brown haired male snort. "Sasha, so we have something new in our menu?"
"I don't know, why not trying ask to your mother?" She said, decided to not help the younger. "But you know, you can always check the menu. A hard worker person should know what the menu contains."
Speechless, the beautiful boy stared at his mother friend far from being pleased with the way he was being treated. Sure, the woman had a small crush on him but damn couldn't she actually help him when he didn't know this or that? Was he that horrible when he talked to her to actually receive this kind of treatment or was the fact that the person he liked was there? –watching the whole scene. Sighing, Eren shrugged his shoulders returning his attention back to the table in question before crouching down and point at his favorite dish on the menu.
"I don't know if you guys like it or not but this one is one of my favorites. It has meat and it's actually pretty good for our bodies." He said as his wet muscle nervously swept across his bottom lip. "Either way, every dish in this restaurant is delicious!"
"Brat, are you Eren Yaeger?"
Turning his head, following the sound of Levi's voice the beautiful boy came to face a confused gaze but as well the most beautiful sight he had ever put his eyes on. Now, he didn't know why his heart decided to start racing at that very moment or his hands becoming sweater than before but those eyes, those lips and those hands could make the younger boy simply give him yet still not pleased about the fact of being called brat instead of Eren.
"I don't think knowing my name will bring you food, sir." Eren blurted out mentally facepalming himself before starting to write down Levi's friends orders.
"It might not bring me food but perhaps something else?" The beautiful short male retorted, inclining his head to the side as he observed the younger closely his hand soon reaching up Eren's collar to harshly pull their faces closer, leaving just a few inches in between. "I want to know your name, so you better give me your name brat. Don't make me repeat myself."
"I…" Speechless and taken aback by the sudden pull, the green eyed boy directly looked at the dark blueish eyes that for some reason where scaring the hell out of him. He knew that Levi wasn't the kind of person to play around with but ordering from someone's name like that wasn't nice, in fact it was rude. "I beg your pardon but could you please let go of me?"
"I see, you are playing hard to get right?" Levi said, closing the small gape between their faces giving the green eyed boy's cheek a light lick before returning to his place and eventually let go of his collar. "Brat you should know something. Once I make up my mind, there's nothing to stop me from getting what I want."