Green eyes, sun-kissed skin, unruly hair, and a smile that made people forget anything else. He is the noble savage.

He has the body of a well-trained ballet dancer: long limbs and a certain grace. Scouted at a concert at the end of his senior year of high school, he started out small time, commercials and ads for his area. By the end of his freshman year of college at Shinagnisha University he had risen to the world's stage as a runway model. Clothed in fabric that could pay for his first year of college, Eren made a living selling his body in the most respectful was possible.

It wasn't that Eren was the perfect model when he began, but small town charm can get a person far. He had a certain charisma that pulled people in and made them want to buy whatever Eren was selling. As Eren aged, he grew more into himself, leaving the small town blushing boy behind for taller, smoother gentleman who still carried the charisma that got him onto the runway.

Now at 22, Eren is in his final year of college. Majoring in neuropsychology and minor in world history with a focus in ancient cultures, he's not only fulfilled the looks department but the smarts one as well. This bronzed babe has it all: money, looks, and intelligence. Essentially the world is at his fingertips ready to offer up anything the brunette could want, even if he himself doesn't realize it. For having everything Eren is surprisingly down to earth, the small town values still integrated into his being.

Not one to share much about his personal life, Eren has let on, with a blush, that he is seeing someone and they are at the moment very happy.

-Read you next issue, xoxo Hitch

Levi finished the article and snorted. There was no way that brat is as perfect as the article and Hitch made him out to be. Sipping his coffee, he tried to find dirt on Eren as he scanned various gossip sites, but none of them held true. The only thing Eren was involved with outside of college was participating in celebrity charity events.

Still scanning his google results for something dirty surrounding the seemingly perfect boy, Levi's phone began to go off, the screen flashing YOUR BEST FRIEND EVERRRR!. Groaning he swiped his finger over the screen to answer the call.

Before he could even properly answer his phone he was met with an overly loud, overly excited use of his name.

"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—"

"What the fuck do you want shitty glasses and why the hell are you always so fucking loud?"

Hanji cackled, "Love you too, little buddy!" And before he could retort to her obvious play on his height (He's not that short) she screamed out, "I CALLED BECAUSE I HAVE GOOD NEWS!"

"Good news as in you're going to quiet the fuck down?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" He could here her giddy laughter through the phone. "Good news as in your clothing line as been approved by Erwin!" Her voice turned to it's business tone. "By the end of this week we will have prototype clothing and by the end of next we aim to be shooting with models so ads can be put out as soon as possible."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Aren't you at least a little excited, Levi?! You haven't put out a clothing line in years, and now you come out with a kick-ass new line that has been approved in under a week!"

Levi sighed. He couldn't really care less about the production of his line. Fashion design was a hobby. First he made his money from it, now he only occasionally doodles and dreams of outfits to be worn by the higher standing members of society. "I'm hanging up Hanji."

"Fine, be a sourpuss. At least one of us has the ability to be happy."

Levi closed the call and got up to make a cup of tea. It wasn't that he wasn't excited for his new line, he was, in a way. He just didn't want it to be expected of him to crank out a new line every few months. If that happened fashion would go back into being work like it was ten years prior, instead of the hobby that it is now.

On Friday, Levi's alarm was a blaring reminder that he couldn't put on sweatpants and lounge for the rest of the day. The clock on his phone read 6:00 a.m: an hour at which he is normally falling sleep, not getting up. Arms above his head, back arching in a stretch, Levi prayed Erwin had been able to produce his vision and that the meeting would not take long.

Levi threw the covers off of his body, shivering slightly at the invasion of cold air around himself. Stepping onto the hardwood floor of his bedroom, he hissed at the coldness. He was always so fucking cold. He cursed himself for not putting in heated floors when he had the chance.

Reaching into his wardrobe he grabbed one of the garment bags that contained a suit. Levi always kept all of his professional outfits stored individually. Made things a lot easier when getting ready for an event. Tie, button down, vest, the jacket, the trousers, dress socks, everything: they were all prepackaged in the garment bag. Placing the bag on the hooks he keep on his bathroom wall, Levi took a deep breath and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Groaning he dragged his hand down his face, it was still too fucking early to be awake.

The motion sensor lights in his bathroom slowly brightened as we walked towards the shower. Selecting one of the presets, he stepped back to let the water form a steady stream while he took his clothing off. Turning the switch for the bathroom heater, he began to ease himself into the water, small moan peeling itself from his lips as the hot water began to warm his body. He could stay under the stream of hot water all day, but he actually couldn't seeing as he had to meet with Erwin and his eyebrows.

Running from his car to Erwin's house, Levi breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped into the warm safety. Sometimes it was a good thing Erwin knew him so well and was able to prepare in advance. Sometimes that was a very bad thing.

"Hello?" Levi called out into the main hallway, hanging up his coat on the rack in the foyer.

"Levi, I'm upstairs in the usual room." Erwin called back, instruction clear in his voice. The "usual room" was designed into Erwin's house for the sole purpose of having designers over and showing them (hopefully) what they envisioned. It had changing rooms for the occasional modeling of clothes, whiteboards for calculations over measurements and ratios of the new clothing, tablets for research: everything. It had absolutely everything one could need.

Opening the door to the spacious room, Levi was surprised to see it had been rearranged. Instead of the stark tables and uncomfortable desk chairs, Erwin had a few sofas and chairs surrounding a single coffee table. A few mannequins stand covered in sheets, presumably hiding the prototypes of Levi's new line.

"The fuck Eyebrows? You're so confident in me liking what you've produced that you've taken away all the working materials?"

"I know you well enough, and everything I make is always to the utmost expectations."

Levi rolled his eyes. Erwin sometimes reeked of overconfidence. "Well let's get on with this." Erwin moved to unveil one of the mannequins. Levi knew the following moments where either going to be sink or swim. He really hoped it was one of those swim moments.

The clothing was everything Levi wanted and more. Sometimes Erwin really was justified in his cockiness. The colors were exactly what he wanted, the stitching was perfect, everything about it was perfect. Levi had nop hope of controlling the feelings of lightness and pride in his chest. In the time he took off from designing, those feelings were two of the few things he missed. Levi was also very surprised to realize that he felt excited about seeing his clothing on live models. It was going to be refreshing to have his daily life no longer be so monotone that he forgot that emotions were a regular occurrence to other people.

Now all he had to do was wait for the go-to.