Eren POV

Even if Eren couldn't see, his other senses made up for it. His hearing was incredible and he seemed to have a sixth sense of when something was about to hit him and he acted with fast reflexes. One of the things he enjoyed most was food, to taste every ingredient that was put into something. This, of course, led to his love for cooking. He could find ingredients by smell and touch, and regularly cooked for his family. It also led him to meet one of his best friends, Sasha. She loved to eat, and she was far more obsessed with food then he was. Thankfully her appetite matched her cooking skill as well. Every weekend she would come over with Armin and they would make a feast. Those were the best days of Eren's life. Happy memories, happy family. Now, everything was different.

When Eren was seventeen his mother died. Yes, died. Not passed away, or joined God, she died. Brutally. Armin and Eren had been the ones to find her. Later, Eren forced Armin to tell him what he saw. The front door had been bashed in and things were broken and torn off walls, it looked like a tornado went through the place. She was in the living room, on her back with her throat slit open. There was blood everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, on the furniture. On her. The killer had also slashed at her chest and arms. But it was the throat cut that killed her. The cops concluded it as a robbery/murder and closed the case. Eren always thought it was something more than that, nothing was taken, just destroyed, and the way she looked and was killed almost seemed personal. No one believed him anyhow. "It's just grief."

One year later his Dad remarried. A woman named Mary who came out of nowhere, along with the wedding. She had a daughter named Mikasa who became Eren's stepsister. He hated his stepmother because he couldn't help feel like she was trying to replace his mother. He felt guilty about it, but he couldn't help it. He chose to avoid her in fear of saying something he would regret later. His relationship with his father was a lost cause, it had been ever since his mother died.

However, after a few months, him and Mikasa grew really close. They clicked almost instantly. He tried to avoid her like her mother but she pursued after him relentlessly. She told him that her father was murdered when she was around ten years old. And, like Eren, she had found the body. Once her mother had grieved she trained and studied to become a police officer, which is what she is today. That's how their parents met, when Grisha was brought in for questions after his wife's murder. Eren felt sick after hearing that, thinking his father never really grieved at all. If he ever cared.

Armin and Sasha had stuck to him through all those months, keeping him from falling under. Now, he was attending college as a freshman two hours away from home, in Sina. Mikasa, Armin, and Sasha followed him there. Armin, being the genius he is, got a full ride scholarship. Mikasa got a half scholarship. Eren and Sasha had gotten partial scholarships and took out loans. Armin chose to study computer science, Mikasa chose athletic training, and Eren and Sasha, of course, chose the culinary arts.

Luckily Eren was able to room with Armin while Mikasa and Sasha had strangers. Of course, they were stuck in the freshmen dorms. Eren couldn't wait until they got their own place.

They had just hauled all their crap up to the third floor and found their rooms. Mikasa was four doors down while Sasha was a floor above them. Armin had dragged Eren excitedly to their room. Armin threw the door open and ran inside. Eren was a bit behind, dragging his hand on the wall and counting the doors from the elevator. Seven. And the number on the door was 308. Eren heard Armin shuffling about the room.

"Eren, right or left side?" He shrugged.

"You pick."

"I'll choose the right, then!" Eren stepped forwards, leaning his walking stick next to the door. He hated the stick, hated it for labeling him. It did have its perks though, like people getting out of his way, or helping him around, or letting him cut in line, etc. Eren stretched out his hands the side and got a feel for the room and obstacles in his path. He had a bed, dresser, and nightstand with a lamp on it. On the back wall in the middle was a window. His hand found another dresser and he stopped, finding Armin's side of the room. He counted his steps from the window to the hall and back to his bed. He found his closest which had no curtain, basically a hole in the wall. However, his closet jutted out farther then Armin's. His hand rounded the corner to find another door.

"Armin?" He heard Armin come over.

"Surprise! We have our own bathroom!" Eren raised an eyebrow. "Most rooms share a bathroom, four people to one, but we are in the corner of the building so it's just ours!" He clapped his hands excitedly. Thank god for no communal bathrooms, those would have been the death of him.

"I assume you had something to do with this?" Eren smiled.

"Well I might have hacked the database and changed the random room assignment a bit…" Armin chuckled. Eren shook his head.

"Thanks." There was a knock on the door followed by heavy pounding.

"Come on guys, I'm hungry!" Sasha pounded the door harder. It fell silent suddenly.

"Guys, I've got her! Hurry up!" Mikasa called from outside. Eren retrieved his cane and let Armin open the door. After not hearing any tackling he went out as well. Sasha was whining nonsense.

"I didn't know someone could get so excited for school food." Armin remarked.

"No, collegefood! And plus, it's food! Gotta try everything! Right, Eren?" Eren followed their voices, his hand again trailing from door to door.

"Yes, we do have a rule to try everything. But I'm sure after one taste you will be running to the kitchens." Sasha grumbled but fell silent. That's one thing he hated about the freshmen dorms, besides the fact they were freshmen dorms, is that they have only one kitchen per floor. And everyone shares. Eren, of course, brought all his own cooking ware, but he dreaded to find what state the kitchens would be in if he dared go and cook something. He had made a pact with Sasha that every time he went she would come as well.

"Speaking of cooking in kitchens, do you want to do something each weekend and hang out?" There was a tentative silence. After his mother died their weekend cooking stopped. Eren smiled.

"Yea, I would love that." He heard a sigh of relief but didn't know who it came from. It was Thursday and they made plans to go grocery shopping the next day and cooking on Saturday.

They ended up eating at Chick-fil-a and vowed to never return. They headed back to the dorms and Eren could hear Sasha skipping joyfully beside them.

"I don't know how you can move so much Sasha.." Armin groaned. "I'm afraid if I let go of my stomach I'll barf…" Sasha cackled.

"That was only the first! There are so many other places!"

"Count me out." Mikasa chimed in.

"Ugh, me too. What about you Eren?" Armin wove his arm with his. Eren's mouth twitched into a smile at his friends antics.

"Maybe that one place was just bad." Sasha cheered and grabbed Eren's other arm.

"You and me buddy, we will explore college food together!" Eren folded his cane and stuck it in his pocket. He didn't need it since he had his friends guiding the way. It was almost routine for them; at least one person would hold his arm and lead Eren around anything in his path and towards their destination. He trusted his friends completely and let himself be led. It made him feel normal sometimes.

"Oohh! Look, a coffee shop!" Sasha crowed and began pulling Eren off to the right. Armin had stopped and Eren found himself in a tug of war.

"Sashaaaaaaaa, let's go back…" Armin whined, pulling Eren the other direction.

"I'm up for some coffee." Mikasa chimed in.

"Traitor…" Eren laughed at Armin and tugged him along as Sasha led them over.

"What's it called?" He asked. He inhaled the smell of coffee beans and sighed. He lived for coffee.

"The Corps? What a strange name…" Sasha read the name but mispronounced it, causing Eren to think she called it something else.

"The Corpse? What the fuck?" Armin busted out laughing.

"Nono The Corps, c-o-r-p-s. Sasha said it wrong." Armin corrected.

"Not my problem it's not pronounced the way it's spelled…" Sasha huffed. Eren heard the bell above the door as they entered. Armin was still giggling and muttering "corpse" under his breath. Eren elbowed him in the side making him shut up. He could still fill tremors through the other boys arm on his. Eren inhaled deeply again.

"It smells good in here."

"Uh-huh." Mikasa agreed. They led him to the counter and listed off their orders, Eren going last so someone could tell him what was offered. He leaned over to Armin.

"What's the special?"

"Caramel Macchiato."

"Yuck. I'll just have a coffee frappuccino then."

"Mmk."

They were told that their drinks would be up shortly. Mikasa and Armin went to reserve a table while Sasha and Eren waited for the drinks. Eren didn't like to be handed things but he was fine with carrying them over, and he would have two free hands as long as Sasha showed him where to go.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter where Sasha left him. She had squealed something about pastries and muffins a couple feet away and ran off. He could practically hear her drooling from where he waited.

He heard movement from behind the counter and turned his head towards it. The person said nothing so he looked forwards again. A deep, velvety voice spoke behind him.

"Hey, brat. These drinks yours?" He turned his head again, feeling a frown form on his face.

"That depends. What are the names?" He heard a snort.

"What, can't read?" Eren, used to this, didn't take offense. He merely raised his eyebrow, still looking in the direction the voice came from.

"Humor me." There was a stretch of silence and Eren sighed. He turned a bit.

"Sasha! Come 'ere." He heard a "Oh goodness!" And the pattering of feet.

"Armin, Sasha, Mikasa, and Eren." The voice said sarcastically. Sasha was at his side seconds later.

"Yay! Coffee!" She pressed two drinks, one hot and one cold, into his hands. Before they could leave the barista stopped them again.

"Oi, brat. Can you really not read?" Eren felt Sasha stiffen beside him.

"Hey, listen you jerk-" Eren cut her off.

"Sasha. Forget it."

"But-" He raised an eyebrow again and she grumbled, lacing her arm with his. "Fine, fine." Eren chuckled and followed Sasha to the table.

Levi POV

He was insanely bored. Or insane. Most likely both.

"Damn this job." He muttered to himself. It was a slow day in The Corps Café, which was surprising since the first day of college would start up soon. The filthy brats were probably still moving in. He looked around the empty café and the work space. He had cleaned everything more than ten times in the past hour already and couldn't find a speck of dirt. Which was unfortunate. He sighed and sat on a stool behind the counter and pulled out his phone. At the moment he unlocked it he heard the bell above the door and someone giggling. Cursing under his breath he stood and stepped forwards. He scanned them over without really looking. Four people, four drinks, assuming everyone ordered. Once they paid he turned and made the drinks, waiting until all four were done before setting them on the counter. There was a brunette leaning his filthy ass on his counter, his back to him. Levi grimaced. At least I have something to clean now…

"Hey, brat. These drinks yours?" The kid turned his head, frowning at him. Levi frowned back.

"That depends. What are the names?" Are you fucking serious? He snorted and glared at the brunette.

"What, can't read?" Levi quipped. The boy just cocked an eyebrow. That's when Levi noticed his eyes. He paused and really looked at him. Brown hair, ruffled in a semi styled, semi just-got-out-of-bed way, emerald eyes, a simple black tee, and dark jeans. But it was his eyes that stood out the most. Levi had never seen eyes that green or that shone so bright. Only, something was off. The kid wasn't really looking at him. It was odd, it was like he was looking at Levi but also at the same time wasn't. Levi shrugged it off and pushed it from his mind.

"Humor me." Levi intensified his glare. You have got to be fucking kidding me. He wasn't in the mood to play with the brat. So Levi remained silent, his arms crossed. The brunette finally sighed and subtlety rolled his eyes. He turned around again and called out to the store.

"Sasha, come 'ere." A girl looking at the desserts ran over with an apologetic expression on her face. But before she reached them, Levi "humored" the brat.

"Armin, Sasha, Mikasa, and Eren." he listed the names off sarcastically. Who else would they be? There were only a few people inside and no one came after them. Was the kid pulling a prank on him or intentionally making his day worse? His thoughts were interrupted.

"Yay! Coffee!" Levi frowned at the over exuberant girl who reached and grabbed two drinks, pushing them into the kid's hands and grabbed the other two. The brunette didn't even look at them. They were about to leave and for some reason Levi didn't want that. He wanted to look at the brunette more. So he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Oi, brat. Can you really not read?" The effect was instant. The boy looked amused but the girl froze. Sasha if he remembered correctly. Sasha turned and sent him a glare. But Levi, the king of glares, wasn't affected by it at all.

"Hey, listen you jerk-" The boy looked even more amused and cut off his feisty friend.

"Sasha. Forget it." Levi glanced over in surprise. The brat didn't seem insulted at all. Levi was tempted to ask why on earth he was on a college campus if he couldn't read, but decided to bite his tongue instead.

"But-" The girl protested. The brunette cut her off with a raised eyebrow and a pointed look. "Fine, fine." She conceded and proceeded to weave her arm with the kid's. They left a bewildered Levi behind them.

He shook his head and returned to his stool, his phone in his hand once more. His phone didn't hold any interest to him anymore. His eyes were constantly being drawn to the brunette. Not long after they were seated at the table Sasha got into a heated discussion and was gesturing his way. The brat looked amused again and reached for her arm, almost missing. The other two at the table were a black haired oriental girl and a petite blonde boy. The girl turned and sent a rather impressive glare his way. He responded by raising his brows.

"Not bad." He muttered to himself. Her glare intensity nearly matched his. But not quite. After a while they seemed to calm down. The black haired girl kept sending occasional glares. But the brunette didn't look his way. At all. And that pissed Levi off.

He was tempted to go over to get his name, but when he stood another customer walked in. Levi sent a glare at the new person who faltered in the door. They ordered and Levi made it as fast as possible. Once the customer left Levi looked over to the table. It was empty.

"Fuck."

Eren POV

Saturday came fast and early. Sasha was pounding on their door at the crack of dawn. When Armin finally opened it she rushed in and jumped on Eren's bed.

"Ereeeeeeeeeeeeen! It's time! Let's go make food!" Eren groaned and rolled over, rubbing at his face.

"What time is it?"

"It's nine!" Eren heard Armin groan and get back into bed. He sat up groggily.

"Nine in the morning? Seriously? We don't need to make dinner for another couple of hours…" Sasha bounced up and down on the bed.

"But Ereeeeeeeeen, we need to plan on what we are going to make!" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Might as well.

"Fine. I'm up, I'm up." He grumbled. "Wait outside the door and then we can go to a study room." Sasha squealed and ran back out, slamming the door behind her.

"She's crazy." Armin muttered sleepily and yawned. "Wake me up for dinner."

"'Kay." Eren stripped and changed into clean boxers before stepping over to his closet. He didn't know what color looked like, but he had requested dark colors. Mikasa said she got him blacks, browns, and a few blue shirts. Armin told him the ocean is blue. Eren wants to go to the ocean one day, breathe in the salty air and feel the water and enjoy the wind in his hair. He rarely wears the blue.

His hand trailed across the shirts at the hem, where a tag covered in braille rested. It told him whether it was black or brown and what was on the shirt. He chose a black tee with the Daughtry band logo on the front. His favorite band and one he was lucky to attend the concert of. Hearing them sing live and feel the beats in his bones was one of the most thrilling experiences he's ever had.

Next he threw on the nearest pair of jeans and grabbed a notebook off his desk. He left his cane and found his way to the door. Sasha was impatiently waiting for him outside. She grabbed him right away and dragged him off down the hall.

They made a list of ingredients they bought and planned out a simple dinner. Crispy Italian Chicken with juice or soda and a side of mashed potatoes. They finished in an hour. Eren managed to keep Sasha contained by planning out the next two meals, what ingredients to buy, when and where to get them, and how they were going to get there. It was painstakingly slow until it was the afternoon. Eren almost cried in relief.

"Sasha."

"Hmm?"

"It's time." She gasped and shot out of her chair, the legs screeching.

"FINALLY!"

By the time dinner was finished a bunch of curious students were drawn by the "heavenly smell". No one minded the extra people but soon enough all the food was gone and many people were turned away disappointed.

However, Eren and Sasha agreed to make more next time if people RSVP'ed with them before hand as well as chip in for the ingredients or bring drinks, desserts, etc. People eagerly agreed and wrote their names and numbers down on a scratch piece of paper.

One boy, named Jean, stuck around after the meal to hang and talk. He seemed like an ass to Eren for some reason.
"You guys are becoming quite popular around here already." Jean remarked. "Or, your food I should say."

Sasha chuckled. "The people aren't so bad either."

"Definitely not…" Jean had a husky tone to his voice. Eren heard Armin snort beside him and leaned over.

"What's going on?" He whispered in Armin's ear.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off Mikasa since he arrived." Armin whispered back. Eren frowned. He didn't like the idea of Mr. Pompous flirting with his sister. Armin seemed to notice and he leaned over again. "Don't worry. She's been mostly ignoring him." Eren frowned even more. "She hasn't smiled at him once." He felt his face smooth out and he sat back, relieved. Mikasa is careful with displaying her emotions, she thinks that listening to someone's voice is the better way to figuring out their emotions. Armin had told him that she keeps her face carefully blank at all times and only smiles when she is around their trio of friends.

Eren thought Mikasa was very expressive, but then again he could pick up on emotions through voice far easier than most people. He heard footsteps stop behind him and he tilted his head.

"Are you alright?" Mikasa said in his ear, concerned. He smiled at her.

"Yea. I just don't like the tone Jean is using with you." He heard her laugh.

"Don't worry about that dunce. He's so stupid he hasn't realized you're blind." Eren was surprised at that but, again, not offended. Most people noticed after a half hour. "He keeps sending glares and haughty looks your way." Eren chuckled.

"Why?"

"Probably because I'm leaning over you and whispering in your ear. Also, you made a horse comment earlier." Eren furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Why would he be offended?"

"He has a long face." Armin, who was following the conversation, leaned over and whispered.

"He has a horseface." Eren tried to hold in his laughter, he really did. He failed. He broke out in giggles, Armin joining in soon after. He heard Mikasa huff quietly behind him. She leaned in close again.

"A smile and a kiss for you, brother." He felt her soft lips on his cheek and he grinned. Armin was still giggling beside him.

"Ohmigosh his face… he's turning purple!"

People left soon after that, Eren and Armin returning to their rooms.

Levi POV

Three days. Three fucking days. The green eyed brat hadn't come back to the café. Levi sat in his apartment, trying to sketch. He was far too pissed to really accomplish anything. For the past couple of hours he had been trying to draw the brunette but he could never get his face quite right.

Levi owned a nice apartment in a secluded place not far from campus. He was a junior and he had a car. Oh, the privileges. But there was no way he was staying in a filthy dorm infested with germs. He always shuddered at the thought. It wasn't too expensive, either. His mother had left him a large inheritance. He didn't need to work but he chose to because he wanted the account to last a long while. That, and art supplies were damn expensive.

He grumbled and regarded his failed attempts. He gave up and closed the sketchbook, deciding to spend some time cleaning. As he sprayed every inch of the kitchen with disinfectant, he heard his phone go off. He only looked at the text once he was finished.

From Hanji
6:33
Have you seen the cutie again yet?

Levi frowned and typed back a reply.

To Hanji
6:54
No.

From Hanji
6:55
OMG WHY NOT? Let's go out tomorrow and hunt him down!

Levi rubbed his forehead grumbling.

To Hanji
6:55
I really should not have told you, Shitty Glasses. I work tomorrow so shut the fuck up about it.

From Hanji
6:56
OOOH PERFECT! I'll go to work with you tomorrow! I'll keep an eye out for him too! If he doesn't show I'll come with you the next day too!

To Hanji
6:57
You are NOT coming to work with me. Ever.

From Hanji
6:57
AWW Come on Leviiiiiiiiii! You know I'll come anyway!

Levi ignored the latest text and sat back on the couch. His phone went off. And again. And again.

"Fucking glasses…"

From Hanji
6:59
I'm stll coming Levi. What time do you work?
Levi?
Levi?
Levi?
Levi?

To Hanji
7:04
I'm taking a shit, leave me be.

From Hanji
7:04
What time Levi?
Levi?
Levi?
Levi?

Levi gripped his phone and nearly threw it across the room, cursing under his breath.

"Fine!"

To Hanji
7:08
3:00 in the afternoon.

Levi turned off his phone and grabbed the remote. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.