Eren came to the idea that studying in a library actually helped you study. A discovery made known to Eren that glorious weekend. However, he also noticed that it was tremendously boring and quite possibly the worst thing in the world. Why he even bothered to study, he didn't know; it wasn't like he was even doing terribly bad in any of his classes. What was he even reading anymore? He had just grabbed a bunch of books from the shelf and laid them all across the table, thinking opening all books at the same time would motivate him to read more. Instead, it overwhelmed him and had his eye lids became heavier and heavier by the second. He forced himself to wake as he gave a few light pats on the face and began to resume reading his books.

Eren couldn't help but feel like his subconscious wanted to come to the library because of that chat he had with Levi and how he loved to read all sorts of books. What Eren believed was he was not doing that to impress Levi at all but to actually study. Yes, of course, that's why he was at the library, who would come to a library to impress someone? Surely not Eren Jaeger, Eren Jaeger was there to study.

Only his books were all covered in drool from using each and every one of them as a pillow some time withing the two hour time frame he'd been there. Eren figured he could've watched a movie in that period. A nice not boring non reading movie. Eren began to lower his head onto a book and pretended that he was watching a movie. It wasn't any movies he's ever seen before, in fact he was pretty sure by now he was dreaming.

He was underwater in his movie dream and it felt like summer. He could feel his arms paddle across the water as he swam. It was so nice to be back in the water after all the cold seasons. However, the water began to drop in temperature at an alarming rate and Eren tried to swim to the top. He paddled faster and faster and as soon as he popped his head above the water his whole body came up and before him the water was frozen completely. The ice was terribly cold on his semi naked body but when he looked up there was someone else there.

The stranger was flying toward him, no, gliding on the ice. He was getting closer and closer but he wasn't slowing down. He was skating toward him when he jumped and landed on his leg.

"Ah!" Eren exclaimed as he shot up from the table. He was immediately shushed by other strangers in the library when he crouched back down apologetically. Before he could resume his afternoon nap, he looked forward to see Levi sitting right across from him. Eren froze in shock and embarrassment as he stared at the very person he was trying to impress by reading, but was caught drooling in the textbook.

"Hi," Eren greeted quietly.

"If you're gonna sleep, sleep in your dorm not a public library, brat," Levi smirked as he tapped a pencil on Eren's forehead. He winced in pain as he sat up sharply as he frowned at Levi.

"I think I like 'kid' better than brat," he commented before grabbing the books together in a neat pile.

"I could also say bratty kid," His dry humor always came off a bit drab and rather dull and Eren never understood why he still found them funny. Damn guy thought he was so witty with all his lame comments.

Eren placed the books back on the shelf followed Levi out the door when he invited him to his practice. His inner self began jumping for joy while his cool exterior stretched and yawned as they padded down the stone steps.

It was almost as if Eren was asking for this to happen. Of all days Levi goes to the library, it's the same day that Eren's caught sleeping in fine literature. Then again Eren never went to the library and thus had no prior knowledge of if Levi ever went to the library. Plans backfiring and exploding in Eren's face was just another one of his many talents that was so skilled at.

Levi nudged him when he wasn't talking.

"What were you doing in the library?" he asked rather dryly.

"I always go to the library," Levi scoffed.

"No, I always go to the library. I've never seen you there before." Drat. Eren shrugged before trying a cheeky grin at Levi who only rolled his eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips. Levi punched him in the arm and he laughed. Levi had a penchant for punching Eren when he was making a fool of himself and Eren made a fool of himself a lot. Also Eren was beginning to think Levi wasn't aware of this true strength because every time he would 'playfully' punch him he would force himself to laugh instead of shriek in pain.

That. Or Eren was too soft.

"How do you get so strong from figure skating anyway," he ended up thinking aloud.

"It requires a lot of muscle in your legs for spins and jumps and for partner routines you need a lot of upper body strength to pick up your partner. It isn't some dainty sport every one thinks it is, you know." Eren put his hands up in defense.

"No I know, I wasn't saying it was. I mean, I really was just wondering. Cause I mean you have really strong muscles," He bit back his tongue. Wow, he really just casually complimented his muscles whilst staring at them through his jacket.

"I knew you stared," Levi jeered as he looked up at Eren who was now in complete embarrassment and trying to find anything to say to deny that very true fact.

"Do not!"

"Mhm," Levi chuckled. Eren groaned as he rubbed his head. If Eren had the strength to punch him back he would. But quite frankly he was not, and he was afraid of the consequences. Before he knew it they were in front of the ice-skating rink.

He took his place up in the bleachers as Levi went to change into his practice uniform. It had become some sort of ritual on his off days to come and watch Levi practice and it became something he looked forward to every time.

Levi came out of the locker room and sat down on the floor near the rink and began to stretch. Eren examined the way his body twisted and reached. The way his veins would show when he reached forward to touch his toes. The flex in his muscle as he turned his body. His eyes and how they would stay closed and completely focused the whole time. It was like watching a canvas being painted.

Eren watched in awe as Levi performed many spins and jumps that it came to the point where there was just a ridiculous amount being done. He let out a laugh before calling out to him.

"Okay, you're definitely just showing off now," he stood up and made his descend down the steps. He was smiling when he walked up to the edge of the ice rink when Levi did yet another jump and shot an icy stare his direction (no pun intended).

"I bet even I could do one of those fancy spins," he grinned as he leaned over the railing. Levi's ears perked up and he skated over to where he was standing, a challenging look plastered to his face.

"You wouldn't last fifteen seconds on the ice," he toyed and Eren only accepted the challenge.

"Get me a pair of skates."

/

So apparently fifteen seconds on the ice was actually not as easy as it looked. Eren didn't even know why he decided to challenge a highly skilled figure skater anyway. It wasn't like Eren even liked the cold. He remembered as a kid whenever it would snow in Japan that Armin and Mikasa would always be outside either sledding or building snow men. It took a lot to convince Mikasa to go outside with out him, but she was eventually persuaded after watching it fall from the sky.

Cold just really wasn't his thing and it was obviously showing in the lack of skating he was showing. He was pretty sure there was an assortment of bruises up and down the sides of his body by now but he refused to let that drag him down. Well, technically he was dragging himself down.

Eren had turned down Levi's many efforts to help him up and show him how to properly skate, but Eren being Eren was stubborn as a mule and wanted to figure it out on his own.

Slowly but surely he began to stand up, leg's shakier than a dog's waggling tail. He was fully standing up and he started to inch forward. Eventually he gained some momentum and was skating forward. Fifteen seconds had passed and he felt confident enough to even try a spin. However the second he was left balancing on one leg he could feel himself tipping back and he shut his eyes and braced for the impact. Except it never came. A pair of arms were looped underneath his armpits and his head was leaning against a torso. He whipped his head up and opened to his eyes only to have a know it all smirk thrown back down at him.

"You're excruciatingly bad at this," was all Levi said before hoisting him back up again. Eren's cheeks were dusted with pink when he turned around to face the sidelines. He decided it'd be safer if he crawled back, but then he also came to the conclusion that Levi would never let him live it down if he did. He shrugged as stomped his way carefully of the ice rink, earning a snigger from Levi who was all the time skating circle around him.

"I think you're just too good at this," he commented finally as he made it back to safety and began tugging the skates off his feet. He made a sound of relief as he wriggled around his toes. Eren concluded that he was a much better spectator than he was a figure skater. He had to hand it Levi, though, because it really was a lot harder than it looked.

It continued that way for a little bit; Levi doing his routine, Eren staying off the ice and examining his brand new collection of bruises, his eyes flitting up every time Levi did a jump. There didn't need to be an vocal exchanges when they were like this. The sound of the ice being scraped smoothly and the occasional mute when Levi jumped and came back down—it was all that needed to be and it just worked between them.

The rather audible grumble that erupted from his stomach threw him a bit off guard as he clenched it as if it would make it any quieter. There was a chuckle from the ice when Levi skidded toward the edge of the rink.

"Falling asleep in a public library and not eating at regular times? You're a mess, kid," Levi commented as he made his way off the ice. "C'mon I'll buy you greasy junk food."

Eren grinned sheepishly as he made his way toward Levi.

"Are you sure greasy food is something you should be eating with a competition coming up so soon?" Eren said in a mimicking tone.

"How about you accept my patronizing you because you're a poor jobless sophomore who survives on noodles as a daily meal?" Eren opened and closed his mouth before he nodded in consonance.

He was tapping his foot on the ground when he waited for Levi to change and come out of the locker room. Eren had just texted Armin that he'd be back a bit late and upon hearing the news Armin was quick to speculate that he was hanging out with Levi, yet again. To which Eren lied poorly and led Armin to send a vast amount of texts per minute asking him about details. He was worse than Sasha and Connie sometimes—

Actually no, those two were pretty bad.

But Armin was good at digging out information as well, especially from Eren. In all honesty, Eren would probably end up talking to him about it anyway. The only people he ever told everything about was to Armin. There were just some things he couldn't talk about with Mikasa that he could with Armin. His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of foot steps approaching.

He hopped to his feet with a goofy smile on his face as he walked with Levi to his car.

"I really am spoiling you, you brat," Levi said in a casual tone as he started his car and backed out of the parking lot. Eren chuckled.

"You really are keen to those oh so charming nicknames. Is that how you get all the girls?"

"Yeah, in my spare time I like to stand in courtyards and whisper the words shitty brats and have all the girls come swooning." Eren laughed because the way he said things always came across so seriously. He'd never laughed like that around his normal friends. Their type of humor was more slapstick and though he appreciated that and it did often times have his sides splitting, he couldn't help but grow a little attached to Levi's stupid dry humor. Sometimes even if he wasn't being funny he'd laugh; Levi had this habit where he swore a lot more than he should and it only made situations all the more interesting.

"Ow!" Eren exclaimed as he shoved two hot fries into his mouth.

"You eat like a fucking pig I swear if you get any crumbs in my car," Levi warned. Eren rolled his eyes because honestly, that stare didn't even phase him anymore. He set a napkin on his lap nonetheless. The static of the radio and the crinkling of bags were the only sounds made when they sat in the car and ate the fast food. It had been a long time since Eren was able to enjoy someone else's company in comfortable silence like this in a long time. He looked over at Levi who was eating his food neatly and Eren chuckled.

"You're such a clean freak," he teased.

"Excuse me for having good hygiene," he retorted as he took a bit of a french fry. Eren pointed at the fry in his fingers. "You're eating it wrong," he pointed out. Levi lifted a brow in his direction.

"I'm not eating fast food wrong, Eren," Levi shot back, as if he were talking to a five year old. Eren shook his head still, convinced that Levi was in fact eating that french fry wrong.

"You're definitely supposed to eat three at a time," he said a matter of fact.

"Literal five year old," Eren rolled his eyes as he grabbed three fries and held it up in front of Levi, waiting for him to take it out of his hand. It wasn't until Levi stared at his hand that Eren realized what he was doing but it was too late to retract his arm now. He could almost feel himself breaking out in a sweat when Levi wasn't eating the fries. He'd blown it. This was how he'd get rejected. Levi was officially creeped out by some dumb brat.

Only he wasn't because he said, "You didn't wash your hands."

Eren slumped in defeat as he pulled back the food and shoved them into his own mouth. Really, he should have expected that, a person like Levi eating out of an uncleaned hand? Unheard of! Eren decided to try his chances again as he grabbed a napkin and carefully picked up three french fries yet again, this time slowly offering it to Levi instead of shoving it in his face. At first he blinked, probably in shock, but then he bent his head ever so slightly to take the food from his hand.

Eren could feel shivers down his spine when he felt Levi's lip's through the napkin on his hand. His whole world had disappeared for a second and swam down a nonexistent drain. He snapped his attention back to Levi who was now sitting back up. Levi turned to him, eyes staring straight into his emerald ones. His lips parted slowly.

"They taste the fucking same," If this were a cartoon, an anvil would have landed on Eren's head right then and there. This stupid french fry ordeal was probably the most anticlimactic thing that ever did happen to him. Eren could feel himself slink back into the chair after that jaw clenching action he had performed when there was a hand with three french fries placed diligently in front of his face. He looked up only to have Levi looking forward.

"You gave me three earlier," He was glad it was dark because the terrible amount of blood that flowed to his face would have been so painfully obvious in the day time.

He ate the french fries in complete happiness and finished his meal.

"You two shared french fries?" Mikasa asked. She was at his dorm when he got there since Armin couldn't keep his excited mouth shut. Eren sighed from where he was sitting on the couch; he felt like he was talking to his parents about a first date.

"I already told you we each had our own I just showed him how to eat it properly," he shrugged as if it were no big deal. It was always like this between the three of them; every time someone in their little group got a new friend they would hold something like a meeting to evaluate said person. Luckily the rest of the group wasn't there to bombard him ridiculous questions as well. He remember the first time Bertholdt introduced Reiner to everyone. He's the oldest in the group, but if they accepted Levi he'd be the second.

He wasn't sure how everyone would react to Levi, seeing that his humor was rather colorless. There was no way Jean wouldn't bug the crap out of him seeing that he apparently makes fun Levi for being an ice skater. He'd really like to see Levi take him out, just once he'd like someone other than him to slap that douche bag in the face.

The night continued with questions on his looks, attitude, his major, figure skating, and anything else the two could think of to ask. Armin was someone who could take Eren's word. He was fully aware that if he were to meet Levi that he would be slightly intimidated at first (or forever, it varied from person to person), wouldn't get his jokes, and probably freak out a little if he were left alone with him. However, he also was fully aware that he would appreciate his figure skating and his amazing amount of knowledge. Someone Armin could get used to after a few times hanging out.

Mikasa on the other hand was more of a 'I need to meet this person first' kind of girl. And if that didn't say everything, well.

"Mikasa I think we should give this guy a chance, if Eren really likes him that much," Armin offered.

"I'll be willing to meet him, see if he's capable of taking care of Eren."

"I can't believe you guys are saying this when I'm sitting right here. It's not like that! He's just a friend, man you guys think too much," Eren huffed as he stood up to grab a drink from the fridge. He could hear his phone buzz from the couch and almost whipped around to run back for it.

However it was too late when Armin looked down at the screen to see the text and read it aloud.

"From Levi. Sure, I haven't watched a movie in a while. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7," The smile on Armin's face was stupidly wide and Eren grumbled as he grabbed his phone and ran into his room. He could hear the soft laughter of Armin coming from the living room and really, who could stay angry at the laughter of an angel.

Yes, he referred Armin to an angel. Because he practically was one.

Also he couldn't stay mad because Levi had agreed to go to the movies with him and he was so happy and, and.

And he was falling so hard so bad.

"I'm so embarrassing."