This is a COMPLETE angst story. I'm trying to find ways to not do stupid things when I'm upset so here it is. This WILL have a happy ending though. I promise no matter how fucked up it gets there will be a happy ending and my attempt at smut. This is my first story ever so I'm sorry it sucks.

Eren had tried. He tried to be happy. He smiled when he felt the heavy cloud in his stomach lighten just a little in a emotion he figured was happiness. He laughed when he thought things were funny, which was actually pretty often because his sense of humor seemed to be more fucked up than anything else about him. But in the end of the day, after struggling through each class with his perfected facade, the weight would be too much. He'd feel himself gradually slipping until he would burst in through the door of his apartment and grab his flimsy razor from on top of his mirror. He'd hate himself for needing this. He'd hate himself for being weak. For wanting to watch himself bleed until the maroon syrup poured down his arm and stained his dark bathroom floor. He made sure the tiles in his apartment were dark, so the clean up would be easier. His blood could flow freely and he would be able to watch it do so without rushing to make sure his floor wouldn't stain and he wouldn't leave any evidence behind. In fact, with the dark floor he could even leave it there. Stay hours in his bathroom, surrounded by his own essence, just to remind him of how much of a piece of shit he was. He sat there in a pool of scarlet while the viscous liquid slowly stained his clothes, warming his cold body. Only when the high calmed and the guilt settled in did he frantically scrub the mess with wounded, shaking hands. Bandaids ran out quick in his home so he settled for simple bandages, just to get the bleeding to stop. Once it scabbed over in an ugly, bumpy mess of platelets and yellow what ever it was called that would fail at attempting to mend his horribly marred skin, he'd take off the soiled fabric and let his lacerations breathe. The next day would always be the best and worst. He would feel the scab catch on his sweater or Armin would punch his arm, blissfully unaware of the wound he just reopened. Eren could feel the constant ache of cutting too deep and hating the pain he caused himself while also having a sense of satisfaction, because he knew he deserved it. It was a viscous cycle. Cut, regret, self loathe, cut again. Cutting only lead to more cutting. Each time the sting of the blade would press against his sensitive skin, he knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew that if Mikasa found out it would destroy her. He knew that if Armin found out he would only blame himself for not noticing. That only made him hate himself more. And self loathing lead to cutting. It was a viscous cycle.
He had been clean for about three days. Considering he usually did it multiple times a day, before class, during lunch, when he came home, and when ever he didn't really have anything else to do, this was a great feat for him. The laced pattern threading up his arms and hips were still healing, of course, but he was feeling something he thought to be pride. That's when he met him. He didn't think much of him at first. The man was short, but nothing to be too strange. He drew attention, but that wasn't rare. He was dressed nicely, fitted leather jacket over a plain white V-neck, tight stonewashed grey pants bottomed with shiny black combat boots, and long black chains around his neck and hanging from his hips. But that must have just meant he cared about his appearance. Even Eren kept up his look, clad in a green plaid button up beneath an over sized black knit sweater, messily tucked into a black and white checkered belt, tight ripped black jeans, and black converse. So, well put together outfits weren't uncommon. The only thing that made him peculiar was his staring. He was looking directly at Eren. Even when Eren turned around and made eye contact, he did not look away. In fact he let his gaze travel down the length of Eren's lean body and then back up to his piercing green eyes. The brunet quickly turned away, focusing on the menu board behind the cash register of the coffee shop he was in. He ordered a simple black coffee and sat down to wait for his order. "Aron!" was called and he couldn't fathom how they managed to fuck up a name as simple as his.
Step by step he continued his daily morning routine before his 9 o'clock class until he was at the last one; sitting in one of the corner booths, trying to cram in all the information he failed to study the previous day. There wasn't much studying going on though. The boy could still feel those stormy eyes on him, observing his every move. He did not look up. He may have had his public personality perfected but that was around the people he already knew and was comfortable with. When a random stranger decided to watch him like a movie his youthful social awkwardness was painfully present. He couldn't meet those electric eyes again. What would he say? Did he even have to talk or just acknowledge the fact that this man was going to keep staring and didn't care if Eren knew?
Eren sighed and shoved his textbook back in his bag. He was just about to get up and leave when he heard the squeak of the leather seat in front of him. He didn't dare look up when he felt those eyes even closer. "Don't even think about leaving without cleaning your mess." His voice was deep, smooth, velvety even. Eren almost jumped when he heard it, but stopped himself before he seemed like a neurotic maniac. Instead, he decided to look up to see the man's flawless face directed at him, staring once again. His features were sharp and up close Eren was stunned at just how piercing his silver eyes were. He had pitch black hair, cut short underneath but rather lengthy on the top. He had thin eyebrows framing those sterling eyes that were ever so focused. Even with just seeing them for he first time, Eren could tell those eyes were never clouded, always fierce and unrelenting. His nose was slim and pale, just like the rest of his unblemished face, and his lips were thin pink lines tilted upwards in a small but conspicuous smirk. The man's shining eyes studied the younger's face, taking in every detail, then once again returned to keep unnerving eye contact. He gestured towards the half empty coffee cup on the corner of the table. "R-right." Eren felt his cheeks heat up as he gathered his trash and threw it away. He didn't want to seem like some lazy, disrespectful punk. He turned to leave but was, once again, stopped by that voice. "Leaving so soon? I didn't scare you off did I?" The sarcasm was thick. Eren turned and inspected the man in his booth. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his head resting on his laced fingers. "I'm not scared easily, sir." Eren retorted as he slowly sat back down. The man dropped his hands to his coffee cup that Eren hadn't seen before, and took a sip holding the rim of the cup. What a strange way to drink something. He eyed the young man with a cocked eyebrow and smiled, albeit a smug smile.
"We'll see about that." Something in the man's voice made Eren stumble over his words. He tried asking what that meant but the ravenette just held his hand up and continued. "Save that for later. What's your name?" Straight to the point. What made this stranger think Eren would just give up his name like that? Did he look that naive? The emerald eyed man rested back on his seat and glared. "Eren." Why did I give him my name? I was supposed to say something clever or sarcastic or something! Why the hell did I just say it like that? He pursed his lips and was grateful that he didn't end up revealing his full name. "Levi." The reply was just as clipped but much less guarded. Eren tried to think of something else to say, anything really, but once again his social skills failed him and he was stuck sitting in silence with the deep voice swimming through his thoughts. After a while Levi either realized this or just simply got bored. The man sighed and raised from his seat, "I'll see you around, Eren." He rolled the last word off his tongue so fluidly it should have been a sin. He waved off the ruddy teen and exited the coffee shop, not looking back once. Eren sat there dumbfounded until his alarm went off and he realized he needed to leave to get to his class on time. With one last check that he had everything, he also left the shop. Only after his first class was over and he had some free time until his next one, did he think about what occured between him and "Levi". Why had some stranger just sat down with him only to ask his name and leave? You can't call that as a conversation, right? Whatever. I need to go home. The brunet sighed and felt his stomach pull. He quickly pulled out his headphones and pushed them in as far as they could go. Putting on his favorite song and turning it up until it hurt his ears, he walked back to his apartment to continue his consequential ritual.

I know the opening was dark sorry guys I just needed to introduce it because that is what this story will basically revolve around. I said Eren way too much too XD Don't worry I have plans for Levi too so it will get better fairly quickly ^^ I made it so like 1600 words and nothing even happened DX Please leave reviews, I would really appreciate it :3