It was so fucking cold at the campus and more so at my parents' so this happened. Also heavily inspired by that edited audio of Frozen's song about buidling a snowman whose title I can't remember OTL (special thanks to that)

ALSO: some of you guys may have known me as the guy who wrote "The Corporal" who then (if you guys didn't know yet) changed the summary and the title into "I thought Imaginary friends leave when you reach 9?"

I just wanted to say that I- ALSO UNBETA'ED


It was winter.

The roads and sidewalks are covered in snow, the poles are so cold your tongue would stick to it if you dared, and people are walking in layers and mitts and knitted caps to keep them warm; some are even blowing warm puff of breaths on their covered hands to keep them warmer as they rub their hands together for more warmth.

Levi was sitting on a bench waiting for Eren, the neighbourhood freak.

Messy brown mop of hair that falls right above his thick well-trimmed looking eyebrows and eyes that Levi cannot explain if it is bluer than green or greener than blue-the little specks of yellow scattered around his pupils are not helping either-and his fucking smile doesn't really fit the criteria of a freak to him, if anything, Eren looked plain and ordinary and normal. Maybe even a bit attractive if you didn't hear him speak. Or talk. Or move.

Levi heard Eren is born with it.

Some kind of a brain disease? Impairment? Disorder? He didn't really give a shit.

Eren is not a prick, he's not overly judgemental or he is way too intruding in his personal business. Eren just wants some company and since Eren is not as annoying as the rest of the people here, he liked meeting the kid (although they're both fifteen) whenever he's bored or just wants some ear to listen to him rant all day about his annoying world full of annoying people that won't stop prying at his business, especially his parents. He can't wait for his eighteenth birthday, seriously, just to finally get away from them.

And its not like Eren doesn't want company either.

Especially someone like Levi because apparently the kid was bullied a lot in school-since Eren doesn't want to enter a special one, saying he wants to meet kids like him too (those fucking kids think otherwise)-it's kind of sad since something as complex as abuse or bullying is so foreign to Eren he doesn't even understand that these motherfuckers are playing with him.

Asking for his lunch, allowance, doing their home works, taking over their classroom duties; while they have fun in the corner and see Eren run back and forth for their errands because Eren thinks they genuinely like him and he wants to make them happy. Levi knows because Eren told him when he asked one afternoon. Eren looked so happy and excited doing their favors it makes Levi sick.

So he did what he thought was right: he threatened the kids and now he's pretty content seeing them steer away from Eren but not far enough to make him think they don't like him anymore after they stopped asking Eren favors. What Eren didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And Levi just can't really handle disgusting scumbags like them take advantage of someone who is not from Mars.*

Levi sighed as he waited by the park's bench for Eren to arrive. He's late.

It took five more minutes before Eren came, out of his breath from sprinting across the park to get to Levi's bench.

Levi noticed he's not wearing anything to protect him from the cold.

"Where's your jacket?"

Eren looks up, he's still gasping for air, the idiot. That's what you get for running to get here, it's not like I'm gonna go anywhere, dumbass. Not yet, anyway.

"I forgot you said you want to talk and you said I should get here by 3 but I'm late, so…"

Eren's face is red and he blows a lot of large puffs of breath across Levi's face. Eren's face is too close.

Levi patted the space next to him, beckoning him to sit and Eren complied.

Levi moved to stand and Eren looked up in panic as he moved to do the same when Levi said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

He felt Eren nod and he walked back to his house to get one of his sweaters for Eren to wear. Eren is a fucking titan and he knew that none of his clothes would ever fit the boy comfortable but he remembered having a sweater too big from his grandmother a couple of winters ago. He's sure they'll fit Eren just fine, and if that, that would just have to do. Eren's house is way farther than the park, while his was just a few blocks away. Time is running out, he needs to talk to him as soon as possible because who knows how long it would take him to explain this to him that he's moving out and Eren would never get to see him again.

Eren is pretty sensitive; he didn't want to imagine him crying for days if Levi didn't meet him at the park anymore. That would surely break the kid's heart, with Eren considering Levi a friend and all-no matter how Levi wanted to deny it, that's just how the way Eren would see it, and he didn't really care. Eren is okay. Way better.

He flinched when he saw the moving truck in front of their house. Men loading their furniture, his parents carrying boxes to help out.

His father called out to him, told him to go fetch his things from his room and make sure he didn't left anything. They're leaving in ten minutes.

Shit.

"But it's still-"

"No buts, Rivaille. We need to get there as soon as possible; you know how loud your grandmother gets when people are late. I don't want to get caught in traffic, with this snow and everything. Get your things in your room. Go."

Levi could not do anything but click his tongue and grit his teeth as he ran to his room upstairs. Maybe if he got his things out earlier he could still run to Eren.

He didn't.

Levi grunted as he spread his legs for more leverage and heaved-!

A shaky sigh followed.

Moving is a pain in the ass. Especially on your own.

But it was worth it. He's finally away from them. His family.

No one would bother him on the weekends, force him up his bed on Sundays despite his throbbing head for overworking in his office to attend a goddamn mass. No one would at nag him about finding a fucking woman and settling down. No one would pry into his business. No one. Great. It's perfect.

He moved back to the town where he used to rant these things to some boy with those blue or green eyes with a tinge of yellow. He wondered how he is doing now, ten years and all-probably still haven't got laid. Heh.

But for now, he flopped down his bed and went to sleep. He's so fucking tired and he's got a week off from work anyway. No worries.

The following day, he started his morning by eating his breakfast then tying a bandana over his head and another to cover half of his face as he started to dust, sweep, and scrub every nook and cranny of his new house. He wouldn't want to live someplace dirty where pests like rodents and roaches lurk about at nights when he sleeps. He shuddered at the thought as he continued to scrub, sweep, and dust some more.

Afterwards, he started fixing where his furnitures should go next.

The colors of his curtains, the mats, the table cloths, and then fixing his wardrobe and the toiletries before heading to the kitchen to align his cutleries and spatulas, pots, and pans.

The day ended with him flopping down his bed again, dead beat tired after eating a good meal.

The next day, he woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing.

The clock said its past noon, and he cussed for sleeping in. Cleaning and fixing things must have been really tiring then.

He tried to make his hair look at least decent before opening his door.

A brunette wearing goggles like one would with an eyeglass filled his vision before moving to her right-because her smile is too bright for his eyes that is still sensitive to bright things upon awakening-where he saw a woman who looked like she was on her early fifties at least, warm eyes and brown hair tied neatly in a ponytail as she held her arms out carrying a covered tray towards his face.

"Hello! We kind of noticed you just moved in two days ago and we were supposed to meet you earlier but no one is answering the door…" The brunette wearing the goggles chuckled as she (or he?) scratched the back of her neck.

"We baked you some lasagna, to welcome you." The older woman continued, and her smile grew when Levi moved to take the offering.

"You can always come to us whenever, be it for company or a small talk. Our door is always open." She added.

"Oh! I'm Hanji, Hanji Zoe and this is Mrs. Jaeger."

Jaeger?

A flash of browns and greens and blues and yellows.

Faint laughters.

"Eren?"

Mrs. Jaeger's eyes widened.

"Yes, he's mine. My son."

Seriously?

"…Aunt Carla?"

The old woman squinted her eyes at Levi,

"Have we met somewhere?" she asked. More to herself, if anything but Levi answered anyway.

"Its me, Levi. I used to hang out with Eren when we were young before I moved out."

It took a while, but recognition flashed in her eyes as soon as Levi finished.

"Levi? Oh, you're that boy who walks Eren to school and to home too, right?"

"Yes, that's me."

Somehow, Mrs. Jaeger's face twists into something that is not happiness. She didn't seem too happy seeing someone from her past, especially her son's.

Why is he getting a bad feeling about this?

"How is he, anyway? Eren, I mean."

And there it is. Mrs. Jaeger's face twists some more, before she manages her composure and looked apologetic.

"Eren died ten years ago."

"Excuse me?"


-am on my way writing the 3rd chap don't worry I actually had the uh, like, quarter written out, it just happened that I can't get around writing a certain scene and my laboratory classes are so demanding as my social science class and it needs more attention. And my lab exam on the 22nd. (also maybe that snk quiz contest I'm entering on the 21st. WISH ME LUCK I WANT THAT JACKET FOR FREE AND THE PRICE MONEY)

I cut this into two parts although its supposed to be a oneshot because its already 3:24 am and I need to get up early and I'm sort of drinking rn [and when I wrote this] (pls don't be bad when I check it out tomorrow oh my god) and I need to get up early because my family dragged me out of my apartment to come here for this occasion (some festival in my community) so I'm tired from the trip and then I'll be going back to my campus tomorrow too at maybe 6/8pm to study the next day with a friend for the exam...(IMRLYBUSYYOUSEEBUTOTPYKNOW)

AND I WANNA PLAY MORE DMMD AHAHHAAHAHAAA /cries over ships and sings Immer Sie