Something You Can't See

by Jordonsaurus

Eren sees—sees his father walk out on him, sees Armin leave for good and his reflection in the mirror, but Levi is in a world too impossible to comprehend—Levi has never seen a thing, not his mother's face or a wall, nothing but blackness. Levi believes sight deludes love, is it truly possible for Eren, who has seen everything, to truly love him?

1. Chapter One, Currents

I can't believe Jean convince me to tag along tonight.

I look around at the deep reds and eclectic knick knacks decorating the place-old newspaper clippings, Japanese fans, a sports jersey and even a deer head-providing a background to the singles from that met up from around downtown Columbus.

Jean registered a month ago and has gone on several horrific dates since. I grin as I remember the first; some girl who was fifty pounds heavier in person and seven years older.

Somehow he hasn't been discouraged, so when news circulated about this gathering of hot singles just a block from his apartment he was all over that shit. Personally I don't understand online dating-or really dating in general-but I decided to tag along when he begged me with, "I'm sorta nervous." Honestly, the only reason I'm sitting in a cramped bar full of strangers is to watch Jean sweat his ass off and embarrass himself. For being outgoing, obnoxious and annoying Jean gets shy at the sight of attractive girls, it's hilarious but at this rate he'll officially be more socially awkward than Bertholdt by tomorrow. That's a huge accomplishment, whether he'd consider it one or not.

Upon arriving an hour ago Jean immediately ordered himself a beer to help calm his nerves and I chose my seat in the furthest corner to sip my beer while enjoying the ensuing awkwardness. He's trying to be so smooth walking around with his back straight, talking to everyone who looks at him and accidentally butting into ongoing conversations in an attempt to fit in. I laughed when Jean dumped a girl's drink down her cleavage shooting beer out my nose.

I'm starting to wonder though, are these people trying to find a soul-mate or a one night stand? It's starting to look like an even split or these girls know guys will flock to them if they wear exposing clothing and don't care about the particulars. I don't get any of it, I'm a useless virgin who's only kissed my high school boyfriend and hasn't anyone since. To be exact we did grope but now Armin is going to Harvard while I'm bound to Columbus State, a community college where I'll waste a few years studying high school again because I didn't learn it the first time around.

I really don't care about dating or sex, it's overrated as far as I'm concerned and besides, I need to stay single for awhile to focus on my studies so I can transfer to Ohio State-the sooner I'm out of here, the better. I don't want-or need-distractions. My friends accused me of being antisocial this semester but I'd merely been holed up in my dirty dorm to focus on assignments. Now, several essays, papers and fifty cups of coffee later, I'm officially on summer break; and what a better way to say goodbye finals than to watch Jean humiliate himself? Mikasa is going to have some stories tomorrow.

I stifle a laugh as Jean leans close with an awkward grin while talking to a young blondie. What a fucking masterpiece. I tilt my cup back and frown, it's empty. Oh well. I get up to buy another, pressing on through the crowd of people.

People have been hitting on me all evening, one girl even asked if I might be interested in her buying me a drink but I told her no thanks. I didn't want to disappoint her by confessing I'm flat out gay. Besides I don't want to piss anyone off, the last thing I need is to receive murderous glares from anyone, so I've kept to himself and tried to avoid all human contact. I have a talent for it under normal circumstances, like I have a force field around me that repels everyone-especially potential dates.

I've wondered sometimes if it's my psychical appearance, I've been told I have a villainous look in my eyes.

I'm unconcerned; until I move into an empty apartment I doubt it'll bother me.

I just need someone to talk to without romantic annotations, as long as they'd listen, I'd be happy. Right now I'm lonely in that sense, Jean can't stop making fun of me for long enough, Mikasa has her own shit and my other friends are far too distant. Oh and did I mention Jean is a gossiper who will tell everyone? Reluctantly I have to admit defeat, we're friends and part of the reason I hang out with him is because he's sexy as fuck. Nothing could make me admit that aloud but I have no problem thinking it.

I slip onto a bar stool and place my empty cup down, gaining the bartender's attention with a swift excuse me to ordering another of the same.

Without Jean to distract me I'm feeling anxious about my summer plans. Connie asked me to go camping in July and Mikasa wants me to go canoeing next week, but minus those things my schedule is open. Oh, I do want to sleep for three days straight too-which comes first-it's the once I'm fully energized part I'm seriously scared of. I refuse to spend my whole summer watching anime, eating junk food and scrolling through Tumblr like last year. I shiver at the memory, last year my boredom got so bad I started reading weird crack fan fictions and using slang like OTP in conversations outside the internet. When I caught myself about to tell Jean I shipped two characters I begged my mom to let me stay with her for the remainder of my vacation.

I literally jump when I hear a voice from right next to me. "Did you say something about fan fiction?"

All the blood drains from my face faster than if I'd been bleeding out from a terrible wound, looking over to see the person sitting next to me. I'm met with a blank stare directed at my chest unblinkingly.

I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood, Fuck fuck fuck he's attractive!

He's considerably shorter, has narrower shoulders and a petite build, dressed in all black, jeans, leather riding boots, a white collared button up and a cardigan. It suits him well, contrasting attractively with his pale, flawless skin and night black hair. Still, it's his eyes I'm drawn to, they're a stormy gray that appear nearly white. He is extremely handsome.

I suddenly realized with a start why Jean is prancing around making a fool of himself, I'm so fucking nervous I don't know if I can speak without sounding like a moron. Don't forget mortified, he heard me mumble fan fiction under my breath! It's over before it even had a chance to start. "Uh, um...well, I was just thinking to myself." Forget paling, the heat is returning to my face with the fury of a blazing fire. He is still staring at my chest blatantly and holding his glass of beer on the bar, it's sorta creepy actually. Why the hell is he just staring at my chest? Do I have a stain? Fuck.

I frown as my intuition tells me something is seriously off about this guy, but I can't place it. As far as I can tell he seems relatively normal-well minus being exceptionally attractive—but something isn't right. I attempt to catch his eyes but they don't move at all-now that's definitely weird.

"I suppose that makes sense, I just thought you were trying to speak with me." I blink once at the slight note of disappointment in his deep, drawling voice. Suddenly it hits me, this event is about meeting potential partners yet all I can think about is my miserable social life. In that respect I'm sorta a loser, if I'm truly lonely shouldn't I be up talking like Jean is? Instead I'm talking to this attractive guy who so obviously isn't expecting to meet anyone despite his best efforts, hurting him because of my ill intentions this evening. I'm an asshole, I shouldn't have come here to laugh at Jean.

But this guy...I like him. It's impossible for me to understand why he's sitting here all alone. He's hot-extremely so-and he seems like the kind of person who can hold their own, or maybe I'm weird for brushing off his insistent staring in exchange for the nice view.

I think fast, I've only got one shot at gaining his attention! Of course I'm bad at this sort of thing so I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Do you read fan fiction?" Oh god, did I really just ask if he reads fan fiction? I'm astounded he hasn't walked away.

He stays though and tilts his head slightly with a small smile."That would be difficult for me since I'm blind."

Oh, he-my mind goes painfully blank for a long moment as I put together the pieces-his blank stare, not reading, why people are avoiding him-then I stare, shocked, gaping. Blind as in he can't see and doesn't realize he's staring at me, it suddenly makes so much sense.

I jump from my stupor when a fresh cup of beer is placed in front of me, thankfully I preoccupy myself with getting the bills from my wallet. When I look back over he's turned away as if he suspects I've left at the revelation and taken advantage of his disability to flee silently.

I feel anger twist my gut in disgust, people using his blindness as a means of escaping his company, how fucking disgusting. Right about now I could use a Tumblr post reminding me there are still decent people living on this planet. Just imagine it-it's kinda like using a crippled woman's immobility to rob her. That's why he's here, because he can't find anyone willing to accept his condition.

I swiftly sweep my gaze down when something cold suddenly brushes my arm, it's him checking if I'm there as he flinches back on contact. I gasp and not because he's freezing cold but because something zaps me when he brushes my warm skin with his fingers. My throat constricts as butterflies flutter in my stomach making it difficult to find my voice even as I mutter nervously,"I'm still here."

His eyes flutter open and he nods eagerly in acknowledgment as if this is a miracle.

I'm tempted to pretend he didn't expect me to leave but I just can't, I take a sip for courage before stating, "Most people leave without telling you."

"Well," he begins hesitantly, when he speaks again his voice is far more confident. "Yes, or they get awkward as hell until I make an excuse to leave."

I press my lips into a thin line, nodding grimly. How fucking low, he's a person who deserves as much respect as everyone else. How can someone just walk away knowing they're using his disability to humiliate him? And furthermore, in front of people he wants to impress? It's times like this I'm truly disgusted with this world; if you're different-even against your will-you're discarded like a defective toy. Shit I should know I've been disregarded as slum all my life. Growing up other kids would throw rocks at me and call me a loser simply because I wasn't dressed in new clothes or being drove to the mall every season for outfits or toys. But it's worse for him, he's been treated shitty for something he can't even change at least I can get a fancy job title to reclaim my dignity, there's nothing he can do about what's wrong with him.

"Bastards," I grumble unpleasantly, gazing down at him. Even with knowing he's blind I smile, holding out my hand. "I'm Eren Jaeger and I don't give a shit if you're blind."

He's pretty self aware as he locates my hand and shakes it firmly, his a lot smaller than mine and softer than baby's skin-I don't want to release it. "I'm Levi and I don't give a fuck if you read fan fiction." I burst out laughing while internally I'm rolling his name over in my head and putting it to his face with his iron colored eyes and pale skin.

I realize with startling joy that despite we've only just introduced ourselves he already knows something I don't tell anyone else in fear of being labeled a freak. Best of all-he doesn't give a shit. There's this instant connection between us.

I didn't want to date again...until right now.

"So uh, Levi, can I ask you something strange?" He releases my hand but keeps eyes on me even though he can't see. I watch him locate his beer by running his hand along the counter until his fingers bump the glass. His nose wrinkles in disgust at something.

"Sure," there's a lilt to his voice I don't really understand, I hope that doesn't mean he finds me amusing. I take a gulp of my beer and go back to studying him: his nails are neatly trimmed, he looks unnaturally clean and he seems to be pulling at his cardigan too, as if to make sure it hasn't come out of place-it seems like a habit.

"Um, I was kinda wondering how old you are." Obviously he's older than me but I can't seem to put a number on it. Of course I plan on telling him my age, I'm not ashamed no matter how much older he might be. "I'm 21."

"Twenty five," he says it so casually I stare at him, damn well almost missing it, "I'm a twenty five year old rehab specialist working at Ohio University Medical Center."

That's impressive, I'm left wide eyed in awe because that's much more than I plan to do with my life and I'm perfectly healthy. I'm sorta jealous because Levi must be really smart plus he doesn't let his handicap stop him, he must be really determined. I don't even have enough motivation to get out of bed on time to go to my boring ass bookstore job.

"You're really successful." He shrugs, tapping the rim of his glass with his fingers. I switch my gaze to his eyes even though it's obvious he's blind, I really love his eyes they're a pale blueish gray, sharp like he's constantly glaring at you and they alone make it apparent he doesn't take shit from anybody.

"And you're really easy to impress. I don't have anything beyond my job, I've never even kissed anyone." How could he have gone through high school without being kissed? I have the crazy notion that I could kiss him but I don't know how he would feel about losing his first kiss to a random stranger. I bite my lip, struggling to stop staring at his as he says barely above a whisper, "Eren, what do you look like?" The question catches me off guard. His voice is deep and soft while still being tough, it's enough to give me a little more self confidence.

"Uh..." How do you even begin to describe yourself to someone? I want to go generic but I know that's not going to satisfy him. In a moment of bravery I gently grip his chin to tilt his face upwards. "First, my face is up here."

"Mm," he hums in recognition.

Shit, now I have a clear view of him and he's ridiculously sexy with high cheek bones, striking features and dark, thick lashes. He blinks once slowly.

"I have dark brown hair um, with bangs too, but they're long, it's wild you know. And I have big green eyes so people think I'm really cute looking but I think I'm hot, not cute." His lips cork up, amused by my obvious attempt to make him more curious. "I'm five six and a little tanned but I dunno why because I'm like a fuckin' vampire an-" I'm silenced when he rises his hand to my face, making his intent obvious, even so, I don't stop him. I allow him to gently caress my chin with his hands that are soft and deliberate. I enjoy the sensation of the same intense spark from earlier as he slowly runs his fingers along the shape of my jaw and up to my temple. I close my eyes as he traces the lines of my face from my thick brow to my chin to meticulously map out my features.

When his thumb wanders lightly over my lips I instinctively parting them, but his hand falls away with a noisy exhale.

"You're handsome." I let out my own breath I hadn't known I'd been holding, heat flooding my face once more as I watch him. His eyes are narrowed but his brows are in a softer angle, he looks pleased.

"You're very beautiful and handsome..." I hope the beautiful thing doesn't bother him since it's used more often to describe girls, it was just the first thing that came to mind. He runs his hands over his cardigan again.

"Ah...I wish I knew what I looked like. I only know that I have black hair, that I'm short and people ask me if my eyes are white."

"Short?" I chuckle because he is but I'd never feel comfortable asking him about it, someone must have been suicidal. "How tall are you?"

"Five two." I stifle a laugh-damn he's four inches shorter than me, I don't think I've met many guys that tiny, if any.

"Well, you're really hot." I can't believe I said that! I will my blush away, feeling like a teenage girl. Gah! I'm not a teenager or a girl! I have no excuse! I gulp my beer until it's empty for a distraction but it's drained pretty quickly so I don't have anything to do but ponder my out of character boldness.

"It doesn't bother you I'm short?"

"Wha-what?" I frown, how many people think that's a huge turn off? Ah, who am I kidding? Women especially usually only like tall, broad and super manly dudes, I just sorta of like it because it's unique. "Uh, no."

"Or that I'm blind?"

"Why? Should it?" It's easy to imagine the answer; a lot of people will run at the revelation I'm just not one of them. Jean is though, he's proven that to me in more than one shocking insistence. Once a girl hit on him who happened to be an amputee and he blatantly told her he wasn't interested in dating someone who would need taken care of like a baby. Sadly he's beyond shit like that, he even hates on me because I volunteer at a lot of charities and homeless shelters when I have free time. He badmouths me, "he was at that homeless shelter again" like it's something to be ashamed of.

"Wow," Levi says suddenly as he scoots closer with that tiny smile lighting up his face again. "That's the first time I've heard that one. Where the fuck have you been all my life, Little Shit?" I laugh quietly, he's amusing even though it's only partially a joke. I have to wonder if he's drunk. Anyway, I'm more fascinated and transfixed than I was when I first saw him, how can someone be so thoughtful and flippant at once?

"Oh, you know in Granville Ohio drivin' my bitchin' clunker and readin' fan fictions." For a moment I fear he doesn't get my sense of humor but then he laughs once, sharp and sorta rough like he hasn't done it in awhile. He gulps his beer and then laughs again.

I note he's almost out so I order him another. It's stretching my drinking budget for tonight but I know it'll be worth it.

"Oh fuck, we have an inside joke." The realization hits me that we've just met and we already have an inside joke nobody will understand. I grin, I've never gotten along so well with a stranger, we're just sitting here having a great old time drinking and enjoying each others' company. Shit I hope this is chemistry because the alternative is that we're just dumb drunks.

Levi startles me by saying suddenly as I pay for his drink, "Eren, tell me something crazy you've done." I rack my brain for the few things I've done that could be labeled crazy-jumping off my roof into a pile of snow, pranking my uptight father...

"When I was sixteen I went to this party-"

"Oh shit," Levi cuts me off. I laugh, he can already sense the upcoming secondary humiliation.

"I was drinking a little."

"Dumb ass."

I smile even though the story is still horrendous to recall. "Anyway, I was sorta known around school for being crazy and wimpy so I was trying to step out of that role by going along with dares and shit. This jock guy dared me to streak down the street in the dead of night screaming my head off, which is a stupid idea obviously but I was so desperate that I got bare ass naked and ran down the street screaming like an insane person. I woke up all his neighbors."

Levi's brows pull up and he shakes his head in disbelief before he punches me in the arm. Ouch, fuck he punches hard. I rub the spot.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" My cheeks heat up again, I haven't told anybody about that night except Armin since he was my boyfriend and Mikasa because she forced me after one too many people laughed at me in the halls the next day. Needless to say she didn't think it was funny. A lot of people got punched that day, some pictures were passed around and my reputation switched to gutsy and crazy.

"No idea." I lean closer to place my hand on his beer right over his fingers. "May I have a sip?"

"Fuck no," he says loudly, "I'll buy you one Eren, sharing drinks is filthy." He does, and only a minute later there's another bottle in front of me as he awkwardly locates his cash, sheepishly asking what to pay with. I point out the bills so he can place them on the counter. If he's been blind all his life, how can something so small as asking for help bother him? I'm curious but afraid to intrude.

"Uh, I don't mind helping you so don't worry about it, alright?" He cocks his head in my direction without facing me.

"I usually don't give a shit, except..." He places a hand on his cheek, from this angle I can clearly make out his reddening face-is he blushing? It's cute even on a smart ass like Levi. "I hate asking attractive people for help with trivial things." Now it's me who starts blushing from the compliment, imagining how he must feel having no choice but to ask for help. The opposite of me who doesn't depend on anyone for anything since my parents are absent and Mikasa is always doing her own things, I'm as independent as the word 'independent' gets.

"I-I don't get that very often." Levi turns completely to face me and his brows turn up on instinct.

"You better not be two hundred pounds of fucking Twinkies or I swear." My eyes widen in shock at his accusation, then I burst out laughing as I place his hands on my shoulders-that are quite boney thank you very much.

"No, people just look for super models and I don't exactly match up to those standards." Hastily his hands wander down from my shoulders over my biceps to my elbows forcefully so his palms ride every dip in my skin. He roughly goes back to my shoulders and wanders over my torso, slowing on my chest as if reminding himself to savoring this. He should be, I'm in pretty fine shape. I gasp as his fingers deftly exploring my defined stomach as he bites his lip, brows furrowed in deep concentration. Fuck if this is his thinking face...I might have to make him think more. His hands withdraw as if burned when he accidentally brushes my groin, my toes curl in my sneakers-shit, it was an accident but it was hot.

"Your body," he says just above a whisper, voice raspy, "You're gorgeous, Eren." I like the way his tongue curls around my name with a seductive D where the R should be. "Why are you single?"

"Why are you?" He snorts like the answer is ridiculously obvious.

"Because I'm pissy, short and blind."

"Well I'm obnoxious, dense and antisocial." This time it's him who guides my hand to his elegant neck where I run my fingers along the sensitive flesh until I can entangle them in the silky hair on the back of his neck. My pulse is racing. The thought I don't want to stop touching him hits me with a strangely high intensity.

He leans into my touch and I gasp again as his gorgeous eyes flutter closed.

"Hm..." I bite my cheek as his hot breath ghosts over my wrist. "I like you," he confesses quietly.

"I like you too," I admit sheepishly, unable to say anything grand with the way his soft skin is pressing into my hand. A wave of courage slams into me so I ride it, caressing his temple with my thumb. "Um, can I confide something?" His silence urges me on as I trace his brow with my heart pounding in my ears. "I...uh, I came here to laugh at my friend, I didn't intend to meet anyone."

His brows pull up, damn he's cold like he just stepped out of a freezer. "Too bad, because you did." This connection is so odd to me, Armin and I hit it off but we were awkward in our first conversation, Levi and I aren't awkward at all. Without trying we can talk like we've known each other for years. Is it because we're so attracted to each other? Or because we have similar senses of humor?

He sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Give me your number."

I hesitantly recite my number, putting my name as Eren AKA Little Shit even though he most likely won't know until someone tells him.

"Uh, can I have your number too?"

"Only if you promise not to text me at four am."

Er, this is a real concern...I have a tendency to sometimes forget most people aren't up in the wee hours of the morning when I'm up playing video games and send texts trying to start conversations at three am. Most times I don't realize the hour since they blend together if you spend more than four hours staring at your computer screen, others I'm trying to irritate Jean. On the bright side this has resulted in several hilarious exchanges between Jean and I because he'll usually reply bak if he's drunk. For example, one time I sent him where R U and he said in UR closet, when I demanded to know how he said cuz' Im sexy fck. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Or wait, can Levi even read texts?

Forget texts, I'm curious about something else. "How do you use an iPhone?"

"Well, it's easier than most phones." When I say nothing he retrieves the phone again, feels the edges and turns on the screen. "Siri call Eren."

Suddenly Siri blurts out the contact doesn't exist.

Well, damn. Levi frowns in suspicion, eyes narrowing as I take his phone to fix my name in his contact list. "Okay, I get it...but er, I put myself as Little Shit."

"Damn kid you're slower than constipation." He stows the phone in his jeans. What the hell kind of analogy is that?

I try my best to ignore it, clearing my throat while sheepishly scratching the back of my neck. "Sorry I'm kinda new to this, I've never met someone who was, uh..." I don't know how to say it without coming off as rude.

"Someone who's blind? You don't have to dance around it, I've been blind all my life so it's just a fact of life."

I nod in recognition despite knowing he can't see it. Well that helps me feel more comfortable I can't say it reassures me I can broach the subject. We have a connection like an electrical current but I can sense a wall between us that's far thicker than the ones between me and other strangers.

Our lives are parallel, two worlds in the same place that never touch and never dare cross paths. One is full of vibrant colors of all shades, the other trapped in infinite blackness.

This thought must leak into Levi's conscious as he speaks with a sudden uncertainty. "My life...truthfully, I think it's different than yours but I don't care, I've never liked someone like I do you. I want you to take me out somewhere on a date. If you don't like it, then you can just never call me again-I won't bother you." The last sentence is rehearsed like he's said it a million times. It comes out desperate, all I hear is give me a chance, even a small opportunity. I have a way out, I always did but his acceptance of this feels...fresh. I wouldn't abandon him because of his blindness, but regardless of the reasons I think it's always possible this is all because we're drunk.

We'll go somewhere without drinks, somewhere we can talk without a bunch of weirdos bothering us. I smile as I realize where we could go, "Okay, I will. I'll take you out to dinner."

His lips are pressed together in a terrible attempt at restraining a smile. "I'm looking forward to it. When is good for you?"

"I'm open all week." He says nothing as if this is a vital piece of information.

"...What about tomorrow night?" I recall my plans with only mild disappointment, my three days of endless sleep can wait.

"Yeah, that's fine."

We work out the finer details: we'll meet at seven in front of his place-apparently he lives across the street and says the walk will be plenty safe for him-then from there I'll drive to the restaurant. I realize a bit sadly that he has to put a lot of trust in strangers to date, has to trust I'm not some creep who will kidnap him. It'd be way too easy and it's scary to imagine what could happen to him, even though I don't know him I fear that someone will trick him. The thought of him being hurt makes me vengeful, I feel a rush of fire in my chest as I imagine some creep telling him they're going on a date but taking him into the middle of nowhere to kill him. Fuck I've got it bad, don't I?

I gasp softly when Levi bites his lip and shoves his hands into his pockets with a sense of gaining courage about him. He's got something to say but isn't sure how to word it, so I wait patiently until he finds them. His head tilts up as if he's looking up at me. "Eren I'm a little tipsy, will you walk me home?" I can tell it's just an excuse to drag out our conversation but I can't argue, I want to talk to him just as much even as my clock indicates it's nearing one AM.

"'Course I will." He stands, extending what I think is called a walking stick which, by the way is the most uncreative name in the world. He can keep up with me and seems pretty normal but I insist on excusing people out of his pathway-the thick crowd parts for him to go through to the door, looking at him if to say what's up with this weirdo? Maybe it's best he can't see that.

The cool night air hits me hard, with a low groan of displeasure over the sound of noisy car engines and the hustle and bustle of the city I hesitantly grab Levi's elbow. "Let's go to the crosswalk, unless you don't mind getting run over by a truck." He allows me to lead him to the sign so we wait for the signal to change to walk. We're both suddenly silent, but I find it nice we don't need to fill the silence with words.

Once it turns I guide him across the street, I can only assume it's the apartment complex with the brick and ivy growing up the side. It's really cool looking: old, historic...I can only imagine what it must look like inside. Levi breaks away from me to make his way up the front steps and pull the door open in one practiced motion. This time I follow him as he flawlessly begins up the stairs without even a slight hesitation. How the hell does he get around so easily?

I trail after him like a child, watching him use the railing as a guide to go up one set, then another and a third until I'm starting to worry he doesn't know which floor we're on. Out of nowhere he whispers four under his breath. He moves down a hall while running his fingers down the doors on the left side, counting under his breath. This is how he knows which door is his? He has to count to his so he can know? That's pretty creative if I must say so myself.

He stops finally and his lips cork up in a smirk. "50?" I look at the crooked numbers on the pale gray door and laugh. Shit he's a fucking genius I'm not even joking, how does someone do that?

"Yeah." He flashes his teeth, proud of himself and I can't help leaning over and gently pressing my lips to his cheek. My heart seems to stop at his low, surprised oh. "See you tomorrow, Levi."

His cheeks are blood red but his voice is still convicting. "Che, you better show up, Brat. I'll be waiting." With that he digs out his keys-or really key-and unlocks it after a brief fumbling. I smile despite we're about to part ways. I'm tired, I'm nervous and I'm excited all at once which is an unpleasant mixture, I'm so thankful I get to go home and sleep.

"I will, don't worry. Goodnight, Levi." He slowly pushes the door open and without looking up at me—since he doesn't need to-smiles blissfully. He looks gorgeous like that.

"Goodnight, Eren," he hums. Only two seconds later the door is shut and I'm standing alone, smiling like an idiot. I don't even care if I'm acting like a swoon teenage girl-I can't wait to see him again.

I hope he feels as anxious as me.

It's been so long since I posted something decent, I hope I didn't miss any mistakes. If I did, let me know and I'll fix them ASAP.

Also, yeah I know I made Jean kind of an ass in this but don't worry, he has his reasons.

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