Ereri because they're adorable. That is all. Goodbye.

Told from levi's pov btw

(BTW listen to eyewater for the first chapter? bringing up the anime yo)

Chapter One: The Male Librarian

I had been coming to the library for four years. Since I moved here-no not just since then-I had flashes. I don't know what it was but-they were getting stronger. Like they were old memories-I don't know. I just-some nights I'd wake up and feel as though someone else was there. Another presence, and I'd wake up, my heart feeling shattered. It was so strange-and I cried. Four years ago, I started crying again for something I didn't know the reason behind.

But it was today I knew why. Why I woke up all these nights, feeling heartbroken, longing for someone who didn't exist. Or so I thought.

I picked out a book. I usually didn't look for a specific book, I just kind of half-consciously grabbed one from one of the shelves. I just hoped for a good book. After selecting a book with decent looking cover art, I began to head to the librarian's counter. I looked up as I dropped the book on the counter. I fumbled in my pocket for my card-but I looked up.

My eyes were locked with his. He was at the librarian's desk. We stood-a long minute in each other's gaze. My mind wandered to him-in another outfit, not the worn hoodie and black jeans he was wearing now-but a pair of white pants, a white shirt, belts, and a tan jacket with two wings crossing each other on the back.

I don't know what it was. I was crying. I was crying and I couldn't stop. But the boy-he was so familiar-and he had this look in his eyes like-

"L-levi?" he stammered. He was on the verge of crying as well-I could tell-his eyes were red, his eyes were open, I could read them like a book.

I tried to deny how I felt, so no one in the library even thought I was crying in the first place. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Oi, and who the hell do you think you are?" I said sternly. I wouldn't let him see, a middle-aged man who obviously cared for him-he couldn't-he wouldn't see me like this. He wouldn't see anymore of me. That was that.

"I-I'm Eren."

Eren. No. I wouldn't start crying again. That name though, I couldn't stop thinking of that name. Who was this boy that made me feel so... sad?

Not sad, I couldn't describe this feeling that I had. Longing-I guess.

I wanted him. I wanted to love him.

crying CAUSE I SUCK AT WRITING