The stage lights were far too bright. There was high pitched screaming that erupted from the crowd which sounded the same, no matter what country he toured in.

"RIVIALLE! RIVIALLE! RIVIALLE!"

Levi took a deep breath, this leather vest was fucking hot under the heavy lights. The jewellery around his neck jangled as he grasped the microphone to sing yet another pop song written out for him, another scripted line in his life.

The crowd screamed again as Levi sang, their piercing shrieks increasing in volume as he shed the vest and tossed it into the audience.

'WE LOVE YOU!'

It was so mundane.

"Good show!"

It was after the concert, and Hanji was running after Levi in her high studded leather boots that went clop clop on the wet pavement.

She clapped Levi on the back.

"You really drove them wild there."

"Mhm. They're all the same though. All have the capacity to blow people's eardrums off. I may or may not eventually go deaf."

"That's my boy. Make em swoon at the next town, yeah? Win their hearts."

Levi sighed and took another drag of his cigarette. They only stayed in a state for about 10 days, which meant they should be leaving this town in about two.

"We'll see."

Eren was sitting on the floor next to his bed, headphones on and strumming his guitar. Half finished song lyrics were littered around him and cables crisscrossed across the floor from his guitar speakers. College life ensured that his room was permanently messy, despite Mikasa's annoyed protests.

He was absentmindedly humming to himself until Jean and Connie slammed open the door.

"Get up Jaeger!"

Eren jumped at the sudden intrusion, ripping off his headphones.

"What? I was in the middle of songwriting, you prat!"

"Excuse me? You should be begging on your knees, grateful!"

"Huh? Why would I do that for?!"

Marco poked his head through the door. "What Jean is trying to say, is that we got tickets! He won enough for all of us to go!"

The raven acted like this was a big deal, so he had no choice but to listen to what he had to say. Probably easier to let them spill than trying to kick them out so he could get back to playing.

"To see who?"

"RIVIALLE of course!" Connie beamed.

"Jean didn't want to invite you, but he had no choice if he wanted Mikasa to come too."

...Rivialle? He heard Armin going on about it ever so often, but other than that he had no idea.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Who says I want to come? I'm not interested."

"Are you serious? Passing up the chance to see the RIVIALLE? Have you gone insane?!"

Connie seemed genuinely concerned, like Eren had suddenly taken a blow to the head and was now delusional.

"Yep I'm serious. Now get the fuck out my room guys, I'm trying to make some music."

The trio looked at him in disbelief, stunned. Surely Eren knew about the singer...?

"Eren...you DO know who RIVIALLE is?"

Marco asked tentatively.

"Not particularly, I'm not interested in that pop bullshit that everyone seems so hyped up about."

"If this is about the time I tried to make you listen to What Does The Fox Say- "

"That's not it. I just don't want to go."

"Oh come on Eren!"

It was Armin. His eyes were sparkling, and he was holding the ticket like it was made out of pure gold. Mikasa appeared next to him, also holding a ticket.

"RIVIALLE is the greatest singer alive and he's ON TOUR. IN OUR TOWN. Oh please Eren, it wouldn't be the same without you."

Armin pulled that watery eyed puppy face; Eren was unfortunately not immune to this. He turned to his sister.

"Mikasa?"

She shrugged. "It sounds fun, I've listened to his songs and they're pretty good. Plus Armin really wants to go."

Eren sighed, he definitely wasn't getting out of this one. As childhood friends, it would be morally wrong not to go anywhere as a trio.

"Fine."

"ROADTRIP!" Sasha shrieked, and everyone cheered.

Eren sighed irritably, there was too many people in his room at once. He was bound to feel claustrophobic when he arrived at the concert.

"Alright guys I'm not hosting a party in my fucking room, I'd appreciate it if you got out."

"Yeah whatever Jaeger, go back to wanking."

"Shut up, horseface."

"Make sure you get prepped up man, its in the 12th . If you stay in your room all the time you'll grow mould." Connie remarked as they exited.

Ah. So that's why Mikasa and Armin wanted him to go. Typical of them to keep a constant lookout for his health.

Eren shook his head and put on his headphones; that was too much disturbance for one day.

Levi carefully hitched up his trenchcoat and put on his inconspicuous-looking shades. He had to take great care in concealing his identity if he didn't want people mobbing him wherever he went. The big hat looked rather ridiculous on him because of his short stature, but he needed it for protection.

The short popstar gave an involuntary shudder as he remembered the last fan he met actually had the balls to actually try lick him.

It took a hefty amount of hand sanitizer and showering to get the disgusting feel of tongue off his skin.

This particular getup had its advantages, most people averted their eyes and walked on the other side of the sidewalk as they saw Levi walking towards them. Probably assumed he was a mobster of some sort.

Which was good, he liked walking by himself down the streets of the towns he toured in.

A seemingly quiet and dusty music store caught his eye, and he was drawn into it.

Levi pushed open the door, and a soft tinkling noise of a bell announced his arrival much to his annoyance. Lines of guitars and musical instruments were propped on the walls of the store, but he couldn't see them too clearly as the lighting was pretty dark and only filtered sunlight illuminated them.

He walked across the matted carpet and admired the bookshelves that contained many different music sheets and lyrics. There was also a grand piano at the back, he remembered when he used to play and he clicked his tongue from the nostalgia.

A quiet noise from the side drew his attention, jolting him out of his temporary funk. So there were other human beings in this store after all.

He decided to check it out.

Levi walked tentatively across the grey carpet and looked at the other side of the bookshelf.

The soft sunlight revealed a teenager, sitting on the desk behind a cash register.

The cashier looked up, and to his surprise he was extraordinarily attractive. He didn't know why he hasn't spotted him earlier.

He had big emerald eyes, and cute messed up brown locks that scattered along his forehead. And those cheekbones that jutted across his face... Normally the singer was never usually impressed by looks, but sitting here was the exception.

"Hello, may I help you?"

Levi realized he was staring, and he shook his head as he hesitantly lingered among the bookshelves.

"Just browsing."

The cashier raised his eyebrows a little, before continuing half reading the battered magazine.

Of course Levi didn't move, and continued to observe the teenager than had captured his interest.

He noticed that he was the first customer for the day, as several guitar magazines was strewn across the table in an effort to keep the teenage mind occupied as well as headphones around his tan neck.

For the first time in his life, he was hesitant on what to do. He felt annoyed that a simple commoner working at a grungy music store had enraptured him. After all, he was an internationally famous singer, who had millions of fans alike to choose from.

But what was going on here? Barely a sentence had been exchanged between them yet the pit of Levi's stomach was writhing uncomfortably. Maybe he hasn't had enough to eat that day.

Biting his lip in annoyance, he finally chose to tear himself from his position and walk reluctantly back out the store.

Eren wasn't sure about the customer whom had started to arrive every day at 3PM sharp.

It was too hot in the room for a trenchcoat as the heating was turned all the way up, and why was he wearing sunglasses indoors? Maybe doing this once would not have aroused much interest, but this stranger wore this attire every time he entered.

He himself was simply wearing a loose black band T-shirt with a dog tag and jeans. The guy probably would be sweating underneath that disguise.

The short looking man was trying to sift through the lyric sheets that were on the top shelf; Eren got up to help him.

"Here." He leaned over him to grab the box and suddenly noticed how the man stepped back as they nearly touched.

"I didn't need your help, brat." The voice answered smoothly.

Wait a minute, this guy was rude. Annoyance bubbled up inside Eren at the comment.

"Sorry sir. Isn't that what you wanted?" He bit out.

"Nope. You can try again if you want to."

Eren huffed; he didn't want to deal with this bullshit. Making his way back to the desk, he picked up a magazine and sat back down.

It was Day 3, and the weirdo still hadn't done anything except browse. He glanced at him from behind the magazine, wondering why he always had that ridiculously large hat on. It prevented him from seeing his face, which was what Eren really wanted to see.

Sometimes he could feel the guy's stare on him, which for some weird reason made Eren's heart beat faster and palms sweat as he read stiffly underneath the intent gaze. This happened around four times each day.

The day after that, Eren decided to see if he could manage to get that man to take off a bit of his disguise. No impure intentions, just enough to satisfy his curiosity.

"Do you want me to take your coat?"

Eren finally said it. His pulse sped up as the sentence tumbled out.

"So you can steal it? No thanks."

Damn. Well Eren wasn't giving up without a fight, that was for sure.

"Alright then. Can you please take it off? Your appearance is rather...worrying."

"Worrying?" The man smirked. "Please don't try hit on your customers."

Eren blushed furiously, mortified.

"I-I didn't mean-" He stammered, obviously thrown. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"You're blushing all the way down to your neck. Are you sure?"

Pointing out his deep flush made something in Eren snap, and he bit his lip before stepping towards him in a flash of anger.

"Why you-"

There was a loud crash as he moved forward, sending a pile of old music books falling on top of them in his haste.

"Ouch..."

He blinked from his position on the ground, wincing inwardly at the sharp pain on his head.

The stranger's hat had been knocked to the ground and his sunglasses were now askew.

Eren almost cheered, until he realized that the pair of eyes were piercing into him in a blinding silver glare that stopped his breath.

Oh...this guy. He was beautiful.

Now that the hat was off, Eren could see that he had a neat undercut, and a slender frame that seemed to highlight how pale he was.

He gaped at him for a second, and quickly looked away.

Levi on the other hand- was on the brink of panicking. The cashier boy had probably recognized him by now. In a few seconds he was bound to be assaulted and demanded an autograph.

"I-I'm really sorry about that, are you alright?"

The green eyes were on him again.

"I'm fine."

That was...unexpected. So there was a soul out there who didn't know his name.

Levi removed the crooked sunglasses and unbuttoned the trenchcoat, to the cute cashier boy's surprise.

He tossed the coat towards him, who caught it and looked at him in confusion.

"Happy?" Levi smirked. "Didn't think you would go to such lengths to get my clothes off."

"Oh...ah-No! I was just curious..." The turquoise eyes averted his gaze, and looked back again shyly. "On what you looked like?"

This brat really was adorable. Levi had a sudden urge to touch that soft brown hair, and he almost reached out until the little shit opened his mouth again.

"...What's your name?" The teenager blurted out.

Well that ruined the mood. He retracted his arm.

If he said his stage name the whole delusion would be shattered. Levi wanted to drag on this game of being a simple civilian a bit longer; it had been ages since he'd been treated like an ordinary person and not as RIVIALLE, the famous pop singer. He decided to avoid the question.

"Oh? Is this a new pick up line? Besides of course letting a stack of books fall on top of my head. Very charming."

"Sorry about that. And no- well since you're pretty much a regular now, you should tell me your name."

"Should I? Don't get ahead of yourself there. You tell me your name first."

"...Eren. Eren Jaeger."

"Well Jaeger, can't say I'm happy to say this but the name's Levi. Or you could call me sir."

"Sir? But you're shorter than I am."

So he reveals his name and gets insulted. That was liberating.

"Excuse me? Wanna go, brat?"

"No-no, I was kidding!" Eren laughed as he tried to muffle the sound with his hand.

"So, Levi."

The sound of his name being spoken by those lips made Levi's heart jump.

"I've noticed you've been in this store for the past 4 days, and you haven't even made a single purchase."

Oh. That.

"Been watching me, Eren?"

"Yeah, well you are our only customer. You hang around the piano at the back a lot."

"Well I used to play. Do you want me to teach you sometime?"

Eren's features lit up. "Y-yeah! I'd love that."

"So it's a date then." Levi smirked.

"W-w-" Eren stuttered. "Huh?"

Levi nearly laughed at the growing blush reaching the teenager's ears, it was terribly endearing.

"I'll be in here tomorrow then, Eren."

Levi was glanced at his watch and tutted, he was late to rehearsal. He was going to get a big chewing out from Hanji.

"Uh yes...! See you then...Levi." Eren awkwardly handed the trenchcoat and accessories back to him.

Levi nodded, and left the store feeling...light. Looks like the crowd tonight would be getting a good show; he never was one to be in a pleasant mood. He also felt a sense of impatience and elation, he needed the time to pass quicker.

"Eren...That's a nice name."

He looked up at the darkening sky, wishing that there wasn't such a vast difference between them.

6 more days.


Hey guys! This is my first SNK fic, so don't judge too harshly! :) I was inspired by Levi's seiyuus song and upon hearing it I HAD to write a fic on him being a rockstar. Please leave a comment on what you thought so I can be motivated to update! xx
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