Author's Note

Maybe possibly could be implicit BL.

The first night, I was woken by his moaning. Opening my eyes a little, I saw the outline of his body trembling in the darkness. Was he…crying? From the way that gasps and moans seemed to just slip out, it seemed apparent that he wasn't trying to suppress his sobbing at all, so I realised that he must not be awake. I thought to myself, nothing to do about a kid crying in his sleep, and rolled over to continue sleeping.

The next morning I woke feeling strangely bothered by something, but I had forgotten about his crying and couldn't quite put my finger on what was bothering me. Shrugging the matter off, I got changed and walked over to Eren's bed on the other side of the narrow room.

"Eren, get up."

The boy's consciousness seemed to snap right into place as soon as I spoke, and he opened his eyes while jerking his arm awkwardly, sitting up swiftly to greet me.

We both looked out the window, at the pouring rain, and agreed that it would probably be the better choice to spend another night at Main Head Quarters. We were called in the day before to make a more detailed report on our most recent expedition, and Eren and I had no choice but to share one of the spare rooms when the storm prevented us from returning to the Former Head Quarters.

"Corporal Levi, shall I fetch water for you to wash your face?"

"No need, I'll use the shared quarters. Hurry up and get ready, then go have breakfast. Meet me at Erwin's office in 30 minutes."

"Yes sir."

The second night, I woke up rather abruptly. Without thinking I looked towards Eren, and sure enough his tensed body was shaking again. He continued to sob softly for another 10 minutes or so, and after he fell quiet I also drifted back into peaceful sleep again.

The next morning I woke feeling strangely clear headed. I got changed and woke Eren, giving him instructions to meet at Erwin's in 30. I noticed that his eyes were slightly swollen, but said nothing and left so that he could get changed without worrying about my presence.

The third night, I woke up with my back facing him. I could sense he was sitting up, and covering his mouth desperately to try and muffle the crying. His breathing became irregular; sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, and if that had not been enough to wake me, then his suppressed, high pitched moans would have. I could tell he occasionally looked in my direction to check if he disturbed me, so I continued to lie there unmoving. Eventually, his crying was reduced to simply sniffling, and he finally lied down to get back to sleep.

The next morning I woke feeling strangely complicated…but, ironically, subtly at peace at the same time.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! Please look forward to just a little more. R&R much appreciated :3

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