It was cold inside. Luckily, I brought along my trusty gray sweater, which I put on immediately upon entering.

Shivering slightly, (a minor part of my brain wondered about the reason why; are you sure that it's the cold?) I slowly let my vision adjust to the dimmer hall.

There were a few lamps on, providing just enough light for us not to trip over random things. Still, we followed behind the buff security guy and Petra, who was chatting animatedly to Mikasa, easily accepting the occasional nod from her to keep the conversation going.

Armin was like me, silently looking around the biggest concert hall we've ever been in.

There were already people milling around, occasionally glowering at us enviously as we walked straight past all the other barriers and headed straight for the front row.

Some of the barriers had No Name posters stuck on them, and I stifled a girly scream as I forced my hands to stop gravitating towards them, trying to sneak one into my pocket and not let go.

"I'll leave you here." The buff guy nodded at us from behind his sunglasses, and I childishly wondered if he was a cyborg; to want to hide his eyes even in this dark environment.

Petra waved him goodbye and continued talking to a helpless Mikasa, who kept shooting desperate glances at me and Armin to save her from the neverending chatterbox.

I coughed awkwardly, deciding not to help her as this may be my only chance without Mikasa hounding me for something I may or may not have done. Instead, I looked down at my fist clutching my brand new lightstick.

'Kyahhh, I'll cherish you forever!' I squealed internally.

It was a tie-shaped light stick, which the top of the tie (where it was supposed to go around the neck) surrounding a big sphere with the letter N wrapped in bandages and a smaller one in it instead.

The sphere would light up when turned on, and there were tiny wings attached to the side - one a dark blue and the other white - the famous wings of freedom.

I sighed wistfully, caressing it softly before letting my hands drop to my side. I leaned against the cold metal barriers, deciding to continue "observing" my surroundings.

In truth, I was daydreaming about Levi. My Levi.

Well, at least in the future.

'I wonder what you'll say when I open the door to our house and come back home after a whole day of work.'

I could feel my face heating up as I blushed while imagining it. As far fetched as it may sound, I wished for it to be true someday.

"Welcome back, Eren." Levi stepped out from the kitchen, wearing a green lace adorned apron and with a spatula in hand.

"Dinner's almost ready. You can take a shower later, you better eat first." The scent of amazing food wafted from the kitchen, and Levi set down his spatula before he stepped toward me and loosened my tie.

Giving me a gentle peck on my lips, Levi took my briefcase and set it aside before heading back on the kitchen to prepare our dinner-

"Eren, you didn't get my hints?"

Mikasa was wearing a sulky look as she had finally managed to get away from Petra.

I covered my face with my hands, hoping my cool hands would stop my face from being so hot. Luckily the room was dim.

'I can't believe I let my imagination run so far!'

"Um, no, I wasn't really paying attention…" I gave an awkward shrug.

Frowning at me, she suddenly moved forward and put her forehead against mine.

"M-mikasa!" I jumped away, startled.

She sighed. "Well, you're not having a fever…"

She gave a small satisfied click of her tongue. "Well, what matters is that you're alright."

Suddenly, I could make out sudden movement from the totally dark stage, and I whipped my head toward it immediately.

"What's wrong, Eren?" Mikasa looked toward the stage too, trying to see what I was looking at.

"It seems to be nothing. Must've been my imagination…" I mumbled.

I turned away slowly.

The concert hall was beginning to fill up, with the steady trickle of people not stopping. Some other fortunate souls had their noses in the air when they headed into the front row, just like us.

I could hardly wait.

Mikasa had been talking to me for the past 15 minutes, and I threw in a "Hmm…" or a "Cool." every few pauses to make it seem like I was listening.

Now that I'm the hapless one, I glanced off to the side and caught a glance of Armin being cornered by Petra with a frightened look on his face. She did not seem to realise it, however. ("Hey Armin! At work, Mikasa's mentioned you plenty too. Did you know…")

"...Eren?" Mikasa suddenly asked.

"Hmm…? Oh, yeah, I know right." I answered quickly without thought.

She raised an eyebrow at me incredulously.

"...what?"

She sighed exasperatedly. "Well, now it's clear you haven't been listening. What can I expect? I started feeling odd when you agreed with me when I said No Name was too overrated. I mean, you're probably one of the craziest - if not, the biggest - fan of them I've ever known."

"What??" I was outraged. "No Name isn't overrated! It's only because you work with them that you're immune to their charms!"

She huffed. "And this is what I mean. I figured you weren't listening."

I hummed before I shrugged guiltily. "Sorry..?"

She shook her head with a small smile. "It's alright, Eren. Even being here with you is a blessing in itself. You know, with my work and your schooling, we rarely get any time for ourselves, just the two of us, anymore."

I cursed myself silently for being so mean, and leaned forward to give my sister a great big hug of apology.

She returned the hug, and I immediately felt warm compared to the cold atmosphere.

When we broke apart, I looked around us and noticed that the concert hall was packed to bursting at its seams. And did I mention that this was easily the biggest concert hall I've ever been in?

Amazingly, people were still entering the hall.

Using my phone, I tweeted about the concert to pass time when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.

Confused, I turned around.

Three girls were standing behind me, giggling and bunched together.

"May I help you...?" I questioned.

"Umm…" The third brunette girl at the back prodded the first blonde girl, who rolled her eyes and stepped forward rather confidently.

"Well my name's Matylda...it's just that it's quite rare to see guys like you at concerts like these. We were just wondering if we could have your...number, so we can, um, add you to our NN fan group," The two other girls behind Matylda nodded.

"Um-" I stuttered, now very confused.

"Well, that doesn't sound too safe, now is it, ladies?" Mikasa cut in smoothly.

"And who are you?" The second asian girl finally spoke up.

"His girlfriend." Mikasa stated proudly. She was so convincing that even I believed her before I realised. "Wait, but-?" Mikasa put a hand on my shoulder, silently asking me to shut up.

I could see the doubt and hesitation flashing in the three girls' eyes, and Matylda flapped her arm in what was supposed to be a dismissive wave before backing off into the crowd.

"Wait, but I don't have a girlfriend?!" I turned on Mikasa.

She rolled her eyes. "You're such a silly person. Of course you don't have a girlfriend, I was only pretending to help you out of that sticky situation."

She pinched my cheeks. "Anyway, you! Nobody asked you to grow up so handsome!"

I sighed reluctantly, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or a beration. Or maybe as both.

I shrugged in the end, deciding that it was the most neutral answer and would not provoke either Disgusted Mikasa (if I agreed too outrightly) or Sad Mikasa (if I disagreed).

I checked my phone earnestly. It's only been three minutes...

Four minutes…

Five minutes…

Five…

Five..?

Why is it still five minutes??

Oh, it just turned six minutes.

"Eren, are you okay?" I recognised it as Petra's voice. I looked up, frustrated with time.

"Mikasa just went to the bathroom so she asked me to," she made quotation marks in the air with her fingers, "look after you. So, here I am. You look angry. Girlfriend pissed you off?" She chuckled, trying to catch a glance at my phone.

I showed her the screen. It just displayed my home screen, with all the apps and the clock.

"Why is time going so slowly?" I narrowed my eyes at the clock accusingly.

She laughed light-heartedly. "Excited for the concert, I see. Who's your bias?"

"Not saying!" I whipped my head away before I could give in to temptation.

"Mine is Levi, c'mon, I told you, now you tell me..!"

Time passed much faster then. Petra was a nice person, and easy to get along with. But sadly I couldn't get the thought that she liked Levi, out of my mind.

Levi being her bias just confirmed it for me.

'She's either crushing on him or…' My heart clenched.

'...in love with him, just like how I desperately am.'

A/N:

Hey! how do you like my first fanfic story so far? Don't be afraid, please comment! :)

I won't bite. Seriously.

I've been in love with Ereri for quite a while now, but this is the first time I've ever posted anything!

Oh just a head's up; double update, that's why this one is qite short! Next one's in Levi's POV of Chapter 1...good luck. *wiNk WInk*

p.s: In the end I managed to resist putting the Lenny Face... :')

Author, out!