It was raining when Eren woke up.
The water pelted the roof of the church Eren had ducked into late last night, the noise familiar since rain seemed to follow his every move. Every morning, when sparkling green eyes open, the sky crackles and the clouds weep.
Eren sighed, gathered his things, and left the church for another day on the streets. If he could've stayed, he would've. But there was somewhere he had to be. There was someone he had to see.
Eren was soaked when he finally made it to the subway station. He merged with the crowd of passerby as they navigated the underground until a familiar bench came into view. When it did, Eren separated from the crowd and sat down on it, putting his backpack beside him. It wouldn't be much longer.
And then, only minutes later, a man split from the crowd as Eren had done, and walked in Eren's direction. Eyes, icy and cold, met green ones, sparkling yet desperate. The man lifted his lips slightly, just enough to suggest a smile, but not enough to be certain. His direction never changed, never faltered. Eren's breath caught.
"Good morning, Eren," the man said when he'd finally reached Eren, sitting down next to him. Eren smiled at him, a smile full of happiness and hope and I love you. It is a smile, because the words couldn't be said.
"Good morning, Levi," Eren replied, a light blush creeping up his neck, brushing lightly over his cheeks. And if Levi noticed, he didn't say anything.
Levi looked at him disapprovingly, perhaps noting how he was getting progressively skinnier each time they met or how he tried so hard to seem okay, but he wasn't. Not at all.
Levi started digging in his bag, soon retrieving a dark blue jacket that looked significantly cleaner and less ripped as Eren's own. He offered it to Eren silently.
"Why are you giving me this?" Eren asked. He stared at the jacket, stared at how it looked warm and comfortable. He raised his eyes to Levi, who looked forever bored, but there was this hint of affection, of...of...love.
There was no answer, simply stoic silence. Eren tried desperately to ignore his heart pounding furiously against his chest, threatening to break through. Eren's emotions fought to be released, to fight through logic and reason and fill him to bursting, make him explode and paint the galaxy in his love.
A twitch in Levi's mask and Eren broke open.
"I want to go home, Levi," he whispered (cracked, broken, shattered).
Levi tilted his head. His hand found the juncture between Eren's neck and jaw. The gentle pressure made something in Eren spark and ignite and heat, heat, heat, I love you.
"I want to go home," Eren cried, splintered, murky ink spilling from the cracks.
A look of anxiety, of fear, of love, on Levi's face.
Sudden. Open. Electric.
There was a kiss, hard and forceful, soft and comforting. Needy, demanding, safe, home, home, home.
"I'll be your home, I'll be your home," Levi whispered, over and over, a delicate promise. Eren held tight to a thin ribcage, so small under his hands, but firm, strong. Supportive. Withstanding.
Eren reached up to trace an X over Levi's mouth and kissed it.
"Home."
It isn't raining.
AN: sry i haven't wrote anything in a while i was blocked for six years :(