Full summary:

Eren Jaeger is just a young teen who has gone from "That overweight German kid from down the block" to "Oh my fuck- Who was that hottie?!"

As he moves back to the town he was once ridiculed, mistreated and bullied, he meets a young misfit named Levi. With the glare - and bite - worse than a cobra, Levi is cast out of the "social circles" and into the corner, where he is contented to stay.

Where Levi believes Eren is just one of those popular assholes, as the persistent little brat wiggles his way into his life, he learns there is more to this kid than what meets the eye.

A/N I has occured to me how much I hate this site compared to AO3. My username over there is Allychan_Ravenwood.

This story has alsmot 10 chapters on AO3. I am going to post one chapter on here a week until you guys are caught up with them.

This takes place in early May. I have a list of how old everyone is, but I'll post it later. I fucked with their ages quite a bit.

And no, I don't own the damn cover image.

Anyways, I think that's all I had to say for the moment, so please enjoy.

A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at myself in the full length mirror.

I don't like this shirt. It's a short sleeved, V-necked lime green shirt. Mom told me to wear it, saying the color matched my eyes, but…

Nope.

Look at it. It's a short sleeved shirt.

These things make me as self-conscious as person with social anxiety in a crowd.

My mom doesn't understand this kind of stuff.

I lifted my right arm and looked at my bicep, frowning at the little lines going down my arm:

Faded stretch marks.

Yep. I've got lots; on my stomach, thighs, arms, and some around my back.

I guess I should regard them as medals of success. Since I went from the overweight German kid down the block to (apparently, or, so my mom says…) Wow, he's kind of cute.

The stretch marks used to be large and had red tints to them. Now, they were a little lighter than my tan skin, and they shrank as I had lost weight.

They were still an eyesore, as opposed to those people, blessed with those physiques which are perfect, and have not one imperfection on them. And then there's me.

While they can flaunt those perfect little figures while going shirtless on the beach; or in those (I would never wear one of these, even if I didn't have the marks) little G-string thingies; or, for a girl, bikinis and the like.

Hell, I don't even like to swim.

I like to stay out of the water. With clothes; preferably long sleeves.

I was snapped out of my musings by a knock to my bedroom door and my brother – well, he isn't really, but he may as well be – Jean sticking his head into the door.

"You ready to go?" he asked. I purse my lips at his reflection in the mirror.

"Um… H-How does this –" I trail off, my brow furrowed as I raise my arms a little.

"You look good, man," he assured me, a gentle smile on his lips. I sigh, looking back to my own reflection. I scrunched my nose up.

"Do you think mom will let me swap it out for a sweater?" I ask.

"Geez, Eren, it's going to be eighty degrees outside! Hardly sweater weather," he scoffed, fully coming into the room and leaning against the doorjamb.

I whirled around to face him, a pained expression on my face.

He paused before groaning. "Fine," he sighed, throwing up his hands. He came farther into the room, grabbing an oversized peach sweater off my bed and heading back to the door. "I'll hide it for you in my bag, but this is the last damn time, Eren," he told me while shaking the sweater over his shoulder.

"Thank you!" I called, grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder. I rushed after him down the stairs, but instantly freezing once I saw my mother at the bottom of the stairs.

"Eren," said as she held out her hand.

Great... surprise inspection.

I sigh as I make my way down the rest of the stairs, swinging the bag off of my shoulders. I put it into her hands, and she instantly started going through it for any sweaters.

You see, my mom, from in the beginning has always said to be proud of my body. She always frowned upon my wearing the oversized sweaters I tend to like. Since I've lost all that weight, she refuses to let me wear any of my old clothes, buying me a new, full wardrobe of shorts and short sleeved shirts, much to my protests.

Mom rooted through my bag for any sweaters, long sleeved shirts or hoodies, and, when she found none, gave my bag back and wished me to have a good day.

I give her a small, tight smile. I know she means well, I really do.

I call out my farewells – as well as plant a kiss on her cheek – before I bolt out the door, sprinting down the street where Jean was already a block down the road.

One thing absolutely wonderful about my weight loss – I could run. Where I would start to breath heavy and wheeze after a few meters, I could now effortlessly sprint and run to all my liking. It felt great. I felt like I was in more control of my body than I had ever been before.

I felt free, in a sense.

I could enjoy the feel of the rush of air on my face, instead about worrying if it got to my lungs before I collapsed onto the ground.

As I got to Jean, I saw the peach colored sweated swinging with the movement in his arms, and grabbed it as I came up beside him, panting lightly. I shrugged off my back pack and handed it to him before I pulled the article of clothing onto my frame.

"Mom held you up again," he stated, more than asked as he handed me my bag. I nodded, putting my arms through the holes and putting it on.

"It's starting to get rather annoying," I admitted.

"Hey, at least she doesn't try and force the teenaged daughters of her friends down your throat," Jean scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I hummed.

Yeah…

Another reason to be self-conscious; Jean and I are both gay. We've both known since fourth grade – how we found out is a hilarious story, but not one for right now – and still haven't told my mother.

I'm pretty sure mom knows about me, but I don't think she has any idea about Jean swinging that way.

I start humming lightly as we walk our way to school, Jean soon joining in.

"I'm hurtin' babe," I finally start to sing a few words. "I'm broken down."

"I need your lovin', lovin'. I need it now," Jean joins in with a small smile.

"When I'm without you," I point to the boy next to me.

"I'm something weak," he mutters, dropping his head. "You got me beggin', beggin' I'm, on my knees."

I quickly skip to the chorus, smirking as I sing the part I know Jean can't without breaking his voice.

"Your sugar, yes please! Won't you come and put it down on me? I'm right here, 'cause I need, little love, a little sympathy!" I go off into a small vocal run as Jean laughs loudly at my side. I laugh along with him.

"I still don't know how the hell you can go so high," the blond sputtered a laugh.

"You're just jealous," I huff.

We're almost to the school building when I'm attacked from the back, two arms slung around my neck and a body was pressed into ,my backpack. I stumbled forward a few steps before looking back to see a familiar raven haired boy holding onto me. It was my cousin; Marco Bott.

"Seriously, Marco? You go for him and not me?" Jean gaped, sounding hurt as he looked at his best friend on my back. Marco grinned at Jean while I poked my tongue out at him.

"Family before fuck-buddies, Kirschtein!" I cheerfully called, making both blush.

"Jaeger, I swear to goodness – "Jean growled.

"Eren, we're not like that," Marco said, letting me go and falling into step to my right, leaving me in the middle with Jean to my left.

I nodded with a sigh. "Either you guys are taking it slow, or you both are secretly going out behind my back, and just haven't told me yet."

Marco laughed easily. "No, it's nothing like that, Eren. I just feel more comfortable with taking it slow"

"I get you, I get you," I chuckled, waving my hands in front of me as I whirled around, walking backwards in front of them. "I understand why you wouldn't want to date Horseface, no worries."

"Watch it, Jackass, I know where you sleep," Jean hissed. I laughed, throwing my head back, laughing until I happened to bump into on something and fall on my butt in the dirt. I grunted, looking around for what I bumped into and found a raven haired boy glaring at me harshly from where he sat on the gravel.

"Sorry," I instantly apologized, getting up and offering him a hand. He glared at it before he got back up, dusting himself off frantically.

"Fuck off," he spat, gathering his bag and rushing toward the school building.

Well. He was moody.

A/N Our charming little Levi.

Yep, so I'll be updating... I think I'll do updates on Saturday. Because Freedom of the Press updates on Saturday, and that'll help me remember to update this, too.

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