A/n: This… is a really long chapter. Probably my favorite fic to write in my entire life (most are kind of like pulling my own teeth out). This'll probably hit 50+k eventually. I seriously need to stick to writing mystery/action with tauntingly slow romance development.

ChicFreakSistaFierce wanted a badass Eren… sorry. He does get kinda badass. Eventually.

Also… what was I thinking when picking that title.


A plain folder was thrown on his coffee table.

"How rare of you to come in person."

"This is urgent, the deadline's in two days."

Levi glanced up to see the blond smile politely, almost apologetically. It was too early to see someone in a suit this ridiculously expensive.

"Your puns are awful."

"It wasn't intentional."

He resisted rolling his eyes and set the phone aside. Obviously Erwin was waiting for him to look at the file, which was odd. Five years into this and usually Levi was trusted enough to be left to his own devices.

Yet it was all clear after a glance at the contents of the file. "You've never given me anything this incomplete." There wasn't even a date of birth, not even a picture.

"I'm not going to risk killing the wrong person." He extended his hand to give the file back while picking his phone back up to continue scrolling through the news. He shook the folder a little to gain attention before the older man took it.

Erwin had already expected this. "You will do this. You're the only one trusted enough." Levi's eyes narrowed when hearing that. He appreciated the other man's bluntness towards him as others usually saw the sly, manipulative (albeit as gently as possible) side, but in cases like this he wished Erwin would just push him further and say something along the lines of 'we'll lose our jobs'.

"You know, just a week ago I was thinking about becoming a math teacher. Think you've got your foot in the right doors or should I just make the current one retire? There's this nice looking high-school just fifteen minutes from here."

Levi refused to look up at Erwin. He was probably the only man he'd lose to in a staring contest.

"Two days." The folder landed on his lap and Levi's fingers twitched the way they did when he felt like strangling something. That usually happened around Hanji, not Erwin.

"The fuck is up with this anyway? Two days, no picture, barely any information beside a mere description? Might as well save the paper and text me the address." He sneered, finally looking up at the other man again, slightly stunned to see just how serious Erwin's face had become.

Neither of them took their work lightly, but neither did they let it get to them and humor was the way to go, especially after knowing each other for five years. It gave them the opportunity for very peculiar inside jokes. But Erwin's current expression was the epitome of dead serious professionalism.

"You know I get my orders from someone. You were specifically requested for this, it's extremely important." Levi didn't reply, accepting his defeat in silence. It wouldn't be the first hit with this little information; he knew well enough that he could do it.

"Two days." Was all he heard before the door was shut quietly and Levi was left alone in his small studio apartment.

He glanced at the file again. Hopefully Eren Jaeger didn't harbor 80 kilos of pure muscle mass on his 170cm frame and a gun collection.

Levi left the file on the couch as he switched off the muted tv and got up for his morning run. If he weren't a morning person, he would've kicked Erwin in the face long ago. That man wasn't right in his head to come over at 7am, chatting casually whilst Levi was still in his pajamas. On a Sunday.

At least he had gotten his morning caffeine fix.

48 hours was a barbarically short time to get ready for a hit. After some grocery shopping he went to scout the location given in the file (after a few years you no longer feel awkward stalking someone you'll kill while your supper ingredients are rotting in the back seat). After three hours of loitering around, planning routes and staring at the blue-prints of the house that Hanji had generously emailed him, Levi gave up. No one was going to show. And his chicken fillet was in danger of cooking in the heat of the car, along with Levi himself, who had dressed down to a tank top and considered driving back with no pants on.

To be honest, the house looked deserted. All the curtains were drawn and not a shadow ventured past them.

If the upper echelon fucked up and the target was on the run already, he was so not getting blamed for it again. They yelled at Erwin and Erwin yelled at him. He yelled at Hanji. It was no simple 'slap on the wrist' matter.

He was forced to go to Austria to finish that one. Didn't even get to see the mountains.

So as much as he didn't want to, he'd have to simply run into this without any preparations. The hardest part was that the hit was to die in a certain way. Drug overdose. The second option was suicide. So first he had some good old chloroform work to do. It was a hassle, especially in a risky case like this.

He'd be overjoyed were it an ordinary file, just shooting people, cleaning up the blood and pushing furniture back in place got tedious after a while. It was harder to set up an accident, the ultimate test to one's skill of stealth.

At the risk of sounding inhuman, he even once said it was fun and an interesting process to Hanji. Afterwards Levi had to explain to her that he had his set of principles, rules he'd never break, his lifeboat of sanity, so he wouldn't lose it completely. She didn't believe him.

Levi sighed as he drove away. He only had about 30 hours to go over equipment, get everything in order. And he really wanted to try this new recipe and clean his flat.

At least Eren Jaeger's tragic overdose probably came with a big sum wired to his bank account.

He came home to a package sitting on the kitchen counter. After spending two years feeling slightly uncomfortable when someone had broken in, leaving no trace, Levi had changed locks and then sent Erwin a box of spare keys for Christmas to settle it.

Levi already had a pretty good idea of what was in the package, so he just tucked it away for now and went on with preparing food. He didn't particularly like cooking, but eating take-out was unhealthy. And if your own life often depended on your physical condition then being a bit of a health-freak wasn't bad at all.

27 hours left. 7 for sleep, 3 for checking and packing the equipment, 4 for other necessities, 1.5 to clean his apartment, 2 spent on the road and then breaking in. 11 for puzzling over the uncomfortable feeling in his gut and trying to make it go away.

Something just felt off about this. But it had happened before and it turned out that he had just eaten some bad tuna, so Levi chose to ignore it and cleared his mind before accidentally adding salt to the chicken for the third time.

It ended up too spicy to hide the saltiness and Levi slept for 6 hours and 34 minutes.

By the time the clock had finally crawled the long way to 7pm, Levi had just finished packing the equipment. He double checked the lock-picking gun and syringe filled with what looked like cheap heroin before wiping off his own fingerprints. The calculating, tranquil state of mind was already setting in, like it was his body's automatic response when preparing to kill someone.

Levi changed cars, just in case, since it was a suburban area and he could've raised some suspicion yesterday. He parked a block away from the house. Walking was less dubious than a car parked too close to where someone was about to drop dead.

Levi closed his eyes and his hand ran down the length of his neck, noting his heart rate to be roughly 75 bpm, fingers tapping against the carotid sinus; missing the pressure point would be a miserable fuck up and it had been a while since he'd last knocked someone out like that. Levi glanced at his wrist watch – 11:14pm. With that last check, he grabbed his bag and got out of the car.

4 minutes of brisk walking and he was there. The house looked just as deserted as yesterday. Well, if he wasn't in there, it wasn't Levi's fault so Erwin could go fuck himself. But if he was in there, the appearance only led Levi to think that the hit had a feeling that this might happen, which warranted extra caution.

The click of the lock-picking gun was louder than his footsteps. Once inside, Levi listened to the sounds of the house. He could hear a muffled voice coming from upstairs. Levi toed off his shoes quickly and started making his way through the first floor to see if no one else was home (the file guaranteed that the house would be empty, but Levi knew better than trust written words blindly).

The house was simple, bare, even. No photos or little knick-knacks anywhere. As if they had moved in recently. And it didn't look like Eren owned a gun collection, so far. The basement door was locked and he didn't hear any sounds coming from behind it. First floor was clear and Levi started making his way upstairs, not making a single creak.

Levi pulled out his trusty beretta 96 from the holster, all bullets unloaded, in case he couldn't sneak up to the target and had to play the robber role, as much as he despised it.

The voice had stopped, but he had managed to roughly locate it while climbing up the stairs. Second door on the right was halfway open and he could almost hear a heartbeat coming from there.

He glided along the wall before taking a peek inside after carefully putting his bag on the ground for later access.

Definitely not 80 kilos. 63 at the most. No older than 24. Irregular breathing, blocked nose. The man, who looked quite skinny, had his back toward the door and Levi seized the chance, making the first step inside the room.

The bright light of a phone screen came up and he froze on the spot.

He heard the tone ringing and something in his brain yelled to move while the man was distracted. But what if the person picked up? That would be the same as having a witness.

It went to voice-mail and Levi took a tentative step forwards. He fucking hated phones.

"M-Mikasa, why aren't you answering? Where are you? Everything's so messed up. Please pick up already." Eren ended the message before a sob broke out of his throat.

Levi's eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. No way had Erwin hidden this from him on purpose. He was going to rip the man's head clean off his shoulders if that was the case.

He had never been in this situation before. Erwin knew about his lifeboat rules, respected them.

He had never been asked to kill a child.

Maybe this wasn't Eren Jaeger? A son? It didn't matter, he was not going to risk killing a mere brat. He took a careful step back towards the door. Just get out of there as quietly as he had gotten in.

Was it the swish of his clothes, the scent of his shampoo or fuck knows what else that grabbed his attention and the boy's body went rigid, he had no idea about the danger that had been lurking behind him all this time.

First thing the little pea-brain did was turn around, light of the phone illuminating his features before it shone right into Levi's face.

Levi swiftly lifted the beretta and spoke firmly. "Drop the phone. Don't scream or I'll shoot you. Name and age?" The click of the safety being removed seemed inappropriately loud.

The phone fell on the bed, screen up, tiny light illuminating the room faintly. Large eyes lingered on the gun before fixating on Levi's face for a second and then returning to the gun.

"…Eren Jaeger…f-fifteen." It was barely a whisper.

Fifteen fucking years old. Levi nearly cursed under his breath. Were it at least 16 and a half he could've made his principles more flexible. At that age you could already do some damage to justify the death.

But this kid looked like he wouldn't be able to harm anything even if he wanted to.

The silence stretched on and the screen of the phone switched off, leaving them in darkness except for the few street lights that managed to shine in through the curtains.

"I knew someone would come. Please do it quickly." His voice was shaking.

He either had to kill him now or take him along. Or at least knock him out to call Erwin and yell at him to clear his head. Ignoring his own very few principles would be the same as killing himself along with the boy. He'd quit, become insane. He wasn't ready to become a complete monster in his own eyes.

Yet if he just left now, someone else would kill Eren, of that he was certain. Levi was already involved; already an accomplice whether the death happened now or a few days later. He still had to live with this. No more hiding in blissful ignorance because kids dying brutal deaths hit too close to home.

He knew too little. The file said practically nothing.

Moving quicker than Eren could register even by the sounds of fabric rustling and the gun being put back into the holster, Levi had grabbed his arm, spun him around and his wrists were held in a tight grip. Even if it was a fifteen year old brat, he didn't feel safe holding someone at gunpoint with an empty gun.

"Move."

The bathroom was right across this room and Levi prayed for his photographic memory of the blue-prints not to fail him now. He bent down for a split second to grab the bag before switching the light on in the room and pushing the boy in roughly.

The bathroom had no windows; no one would see the light.

The fluorescent light hurt his eyes, but Levi kept them wide open.

"Sit." He gestured towards the toilet seat. "And don't even think about shitting your pants." Honestly, the kid looked so pitiful that Levi didn't feel the need to threaten him with a gun again. He was more concerned about the brat fainting, dying of a heart attack and soiling himself right now.

And about the uncomfortable feeling of having just made a grave mistake.

Eren looked like a scrawny, lanky 14 year old at best if it weren't for his height. That face knew no violence. He was genuinely frightened, emerald eyes large as saucers, puffy and red. There was snot dribbling down from his nose and if it weren't for the situation, Levi would've made him blow his nose. He was glad he had gloves on as he remembered touching those snotty hands.

"Tell me how you knew someone was coming." He demanded while fishing his phone out of the bag, eyes never leaving Eren while he tried to find it.

The boy opened his mouth and closed it, repeating the process a few times before a barely audible squeak left his lips.

"My father did something. I don't know what. He fled." He swallowed thickly. "My mother disappeared shortly after."

"And who do you think I am?"

Seeing as Levi carried on the conversation, Eren relaxed slightly, voice flowing better once his throat wasn't clamping down.

"I… I don't know. Someone from a gang? The mafia? My father was in with the wrong people."

Levi almost laughed. Honestly, a gang? Sure, he didn't look his age, but did he really look like a 19 year old or something?

"I understand the situation with your father. But why would anyone want you killed?" He asked as innocently as possible. Levi was in deep shit as it was, actually talking to his hit, so the death of Eren Jaeger was pretty much definite by now. He chose work over personal sanity and hoped it wouldn't affect anything.

"I'm an ordinary teenager. I have two friends and no social life." Levi bit his tongue not to add 'and you'll die a virgin' bitterly.

He averted his eyes for a second to glance at the phone. 12:01pm. Erwin was first on his speed dial and Levi had didn't see any other choice than to come clean. His fingers were already pressing the number down when Eren made a run for it.

Levi's body moved on auto-pilot, forgetting the 'no bruises' rule as he kicked Eren in the face with all his force, pain shooting through his foot as it collided with the boy's jaw.

Eren was knocked back, blood spilling from his split lip into the sink against which he was leaning now. Levi already felt his previous decision to come to the bathroom as one based on emotions, and, predictably, it was turning out to be a huge mistake growing out of a weakness.

Eren glanced at Levi apologetically before parting his lips as globs of saliva mixed with copious amounts of blood dribbled down his chin before falling towards the stark white of the sink in grotesque, distorted droplets.

Something clanked against it. Once. Twice.

Fuck. Levi ran a hand through his hair in frustration, facial expression speaking volumes of disgust and annoyance. Aside of nearly splitting his face in a half, he had successfully rid the boy of two teeth.

A million thoughts were running through his mind. How to modify the set-up to fit this now? Yeah, "don't kill kids, it'll fuck you up". Then get yourself in a mess so big you have to kill them anyway and before that, make them suffer a bit. Great, Levi. Why not adopt him.

Levi grit his teeth so hard he swore he saw Eren flinch at the sound of it.

"Listen, you shitstain, I'm not going to kill you. But somebody else definitely will. Will you stay here and wait for them or come along with me?"

He'll have to bring the brat home. Or kill him on the way. Or in the morning. Think of something. Call Erwin. Better not. Call Hanji. Maybe. Or maybe he could figure this out on his own.

"I'll come along." The words were surprisingly pronounced, considering how badly he bled from his lip and the loss of two teeth. He was holding up remarkably well. The question 'why are you doing this' was written all over Eren's face, but Levi refused to indulge him. He might get sick of himself and throw up all over the place.

"Rinse your mouth."

He did as he was told, but the bleeding appeared to have almost stopped and he stared at Levi lamely as the older man cleaned up any specks of blood from the floor.

"Take a shit or something. I'm not having you finally do it out of fear in my car."

Eren didn't know whether that was a failed attempt at humor or if the man was serious, so he just fidgeted nervously. "I won't." He mumbled under his breath.

Well, he'd kill him either way. Levi considered tying Eren's arms, but remembered about the walk back to his car. Now that would look suspicious to the neighbors.

"Go pack a bag with clothes and any small necessities. Give your phone to me right away. Don't switch on the light." Levi instructed, pulling his beretta out along with a flashlight. As soon as they were out of the bathroom, he flicked the light off and shone the flashlight in the boy's face.

"I really don't want to kill you, but that choice is in your own hands. If you try to run, I will be forced to kill you. If you behave and think rationally, you'll understand that right now with me is the safest you can be." Until they got back at his place and he slipped the boy some benzodiazepine derivative, squeezed any information out of him, then off to a ditch they went and Eren would be found beat up and OD'd. He knew plenty of places where that wouldn't look too out of place.

Eren simply nodded, hesitating before stepping forwards. "I'm sorry… about trying to run." He murmured before hastily handing over his phone once they had made the short distance to his room. Levi would almost feel bad for him if he weren't so busy mentally kicking the shit out of himself for not knocking the boy unconscious.

Levi watched him try to discern pieces of clothing in the dim light and stuff them into a ratty looking messenger bag along with very few other belongings.

That served it's purpose too. He'd look like a typical runaway. If needed, he could even keep the boy around for a day or two, drug him up… no, Levi wasn't sure he could do that. First ne needed to interrogate him properly.

He could come back later and make the house look appropriate. Plant some drugs and other tiny little pieces of evidence.

He motioned with the flashlight for the boy to go downstairs once he was finished packing.

The fact his gun didn't have a silencer or even bullets seriously unnerved him. He couldn't exactly walk outside with it in plain sight. And risking Eren breaking out in a run wouldn't be any better, even if Levi would catch him within seconds. He placed it back in the holster once they were at the door.

He slipped his shoes on quickly before straightening up and holding his hand out to the boy. "Hold my hand. It's roughly a 4 minute walk to my car and I can't risk you running."

"W-what!? I won't run…" Embarrassment was clearly audible in his voice.

"It's your own fault, deal with it." Levi spat back, gripping the boy's hand, before opening the door and slipping out of it. He didn't lock it. If all went as planned, he'd be back soon enough and would close it if needed.

Levi pulled the boy along, almost feeling how wobbly Eren's knees were. He was immensely glad for the gloves since he could hear the slippery sound they made against the boy's sweaty palms.

The walk back seemed so much longer now. They spent it in awkward silence.

He felt relief once they both were inside the confines of the car. He had to push Eren roughly ahead of him before getting in himself and locking the doors straight away. No way did he trust this snotty brat.

The bag of tools was placed carefully on the backseat. Finally the Volvo S60 roared to life and Levi sped out of there. The sooner they got back to his flat, the better.

"Put your seatbelt on." He said after glancing at Eren through the corner of his eye. Levi was teetering on the brink of the speed limit, well over at times, flying through the empty streets. Neither of them spoke a single word.

After a short while Eren was starting to feel sick as the reality of his dire situation sunk in. The speed at which Levi was going wasn't helping. He always got a bit car-sick.

"I'mgoing to—" a disgusting gurgling sound reached Levi's ears, "—throwup" The boy managed to finish his sentence before slapping a hand over his mouth, Levi screeched to a halt, thankful for the yellow-to-red traffic light. In fear of vomit, a dirty car and even a bigger, physically, mess on his hands; he managed to open the passenger side car door and unbuckle Eren's seatbelt lightning fast, leaning over the boy who kept making disgusting sounds.

Levi grabbed Eren's shirt collar to push his upper body out of the door right in time. Thankfully the boy was the only one who saw his supper for the second time, Levi just heard it.

"Ten seconds." Levi grunted, his position bordering on way too uncomfortable as he still tried to somewhat hold Eren and the steering wheel simultaneously. "Five. Finish up, close the door."

He could hear Eren dry-heave heavily as the light turned to green and Levi pulled the boy back before flooring the gas. Thankfully the brat actually closed the door.

"I swear, if you get vomit on anything…" Well, maybe his moral breakdown wouldn't be as grandiose after the job was done. He shuddered upon seeing the boy wipe his mouth against the sleeve of his jacket. Levi focused on the fact that traces of vomit will look great to the coroner. Picture perfect teenage junkie runaway.

They finally arrived and Levi was thankful for the lack of security cameras in his apartment building. If there would be any, he was sure that Erwin would have a live feed of those on his phone.

Up to the sixth floor and Eren was starting lean against him too heavily. Roughly 20 meters to the door of apartment number 604. and Levi prayed that no one would be there waiting for an early report on the night's job. For the first time in his life he had brought work home.

"If anyone's there, you're a hooker I picked up." Levi whispered against Eren's ear while fiddling with his keys. At least that made the boy straighten up and Levi was no longer in such close proximity with Eren's vomit-breath.

Thankfully his apartment was empty and they were saved from a very painful test of acting skills. Levi let go of Eren's waist and the boy slumped down in the hallway, barely making a few steps.

After locking the door, Levi just stared at the miserable pile of snot, vomit remains and some blood on his perfectly polished wooden floor.

He almost felt bad.

Scratch that, he felt bad. Mostly for himself and the mess that was growing considerably with each passing second, but also for Eren. A little voice nagged in the back of his head that he had to find out everything about him.

"Shoes off, dirty clothes off. The ones in your room didn't look very clean, I'll lend you a shirt and a pair of pants." Was his conscience seriously waking up from its long slumber now of all times?

What a coincidence. Levi snorted to himself. The man dressed down to his pants and tank top before stalking off to the kitchen to get the seemingly catatonic boy a glass of water.

Splashing cold water on his face in the solitude of his kitchenette also did Levi some good. By the time he returned Eren had somehow gotten his sneakers and jacket off, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, made unsuccessful attempts to pull his t-shirt off and sprawled on the floor instead.

Well, if anyone came in, the hooker act would be halfway there.

"Hey, shitstain." Levi didn't feel one bit sorry as his foot connected with the boy's ribs, which elicited a groan from the lifeless looking body. "Get up. Drink the whole glass." The vomiting had dehydrated him and it showed.

Eren got up in a sitting position unsteadily and grabbed the glass of water, downing it greedily. Droplets escaped the corners of his lips and travelled down his neck.

That was when Levi noticed. He remembered blood pouring down Eren's face generously when he had kicked him. He had definitely busted the boy's lip open. Badly.

There wasn't even a scratch in sight. The skin looked flawless.

Levi was sure he was hallucinating. Had he imagined the whole face kicking fiasco, one of the main reasons why he had dragged Eren here? Had the boy put make-up on? He decided to dwell on that later and deal with the situation at hand.

"Get up." He ordered before returning to the kitchenette, believing the boy would follow him, which he did, quite obediently.

"The bathroom is on the left, take a shower, you're stinking the whole place up. I'll bring you a towel and clean clothes. Leave the dirty clothes on the floor, not the laundry basket. Don't even think about locking the door."

Eren's expression conveyed that he really had a thing or two to say about being ordered around like this, but Levi simply raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, as if daring the brat to open his mouth and say a single thing.

Eren's lips formed a thin line before he gave a curt nod.

Levi's expression softened slightly as the other turned in the direction of the bathroom.

"Hey…"

Eren looked over his shoulder, expecting another insult, but his face soon mirrored the same softening and he looked down at his feet. There was a hole in his sock, toe peeking out slightly. The boy bent his foot to hide it, only drawing Levi's attention towards it in the process.

"Do you want tea, coffee or hot chocolate?"

Eren froze at the question for a second before resuming his fidgeting.

"…Hot chocolate." He mumbled before disappearing in the bathroom so quickly that Levi assumed he had suddenly inhaled a whiff of his own body odor.

Hot chocolate was the best choice. It would mask the bitter taste of 25mg of diazepam that would put the boy to sleep.

Levi leaned heavily against the kitchen counter, letting out a tortured sigh that had been building up ever since he looked Eren Jaeger in the face. The sound of the shower booming to life, with quite the miserable sixth floor water pressure, filled his ears and Levi suddenly realized that this was the first time in four years he actually had someone over and using his shower other than Hanji or Erwin (and that happened three times a year at best).

He really needed to punch something. Maybe Eren, if his lip magically healed, then maybe so would his ribs.

Levi had fucked up royally. His limbs slowly filled with lead as he fetched clean clothes for Eren, looking for something that would fit the boy better. Something from his skinny alley rat times. He ended up getting him a plain, white button-down and gray jeans full of holes. After grabbing a fresh towel he made his way towards the bathroom.

Thankful for Eren having enough sense to draw the shower curtains, Levi put the clean clothes on the washing machine neatly, followed by a quick detour to the medicine cabinet before making his exit as quiet as the entrance.

He crushed exactly 25mg with a spoon after boiling the water. 3 teaspoons of chocolate powder, 1 cinnamon stick, 1/3 warm milk, 2 teaspoons of sugar and a half of vanilla sugar, stir, add hot water. Let it cool. Add crushed diazepam. Stir.

The recipe for killing fifteen year old brats that looked like kicked puppies who are about to take a giant shit in your shoe.

Levi took a tentative sip. He would never drink hot chocolate again in his entire life. Or make it. The shower had stopped about a half a minute ago and the man made himself the strongest, largest mug of coffee he could find in hopes of preparing himself for one of the most difficult jobs and blows to his remaining sanity.

At least the kid would have the best hot chocolate on earth before becoming blissfully high, then unconscious. And then beat to a bloody pulp, injected with heroin, redressed in dirty clothes, rolled around in dirt and shit and dumped in an alley with no pulse.

It would all look even more convincing on the coroner's report if there would be traces of sexual assault. Levi wrinkled his nose in disgust, reminding himself to double check for a pulse before he left the body.

"Do I still smell!?" Came a shriek from Eren who had just gotten out of the shower and obviously witnessed Levi's facial expression of disgust.

A small chuckle escaped the stoic man before he stifled it. "No, you don't. My coffee's too strong. Do the clothes fit?" He beckoned the boy to sit down at the kitchenette counter, right opposite of himself. Why was he being so nice to the brat? He hoped that "you'll see Levi become nice to others on your dying day" wouldn't become a running gag if he ever told Hanji about this.

"The pants are a bit too big." Eren noted sheepishly, pointing down at his hips which were narrower than Levi's. "And everything's a bit…" He glanced at his arms before rolling the sleeves up and looking back at the older man. "…Too short."

Levi's eyebrow twitched before he pushed the cup of chocolate towards Eren, who had bit his lower lip in an attempt hide an amused smile.

"Drink it very slowly or your stomach might get upset. And try to relax, you're safe now."

He needed time to interrogate him after all. Levi glanced at his watch. 01.30am. By 4 o'clock his hit will be done. By 5 he will finally get a shower.


A/n: Ahahahhh, I'm so sorry for the cliffhanger. It hit over 5.5k words, I didn't originally plan to stop there.

WILL EREN DIE? If so, you can expect him haunting the shit out of Levi and then top it off with angry ghost sex.

Will Levi become a math teacher? Or maybe I'll develop an actual sense of humor. (I'm so sorry, really.)