A/N: I felt like I should put a trigger warning here because this story is going to have a lot of suicidal tendencies along with anorexic problems. I don't plan on it being light, so if these things upset you a lot, I would suggest not reading.

Another bright sunny day, with a nice cool breeze and people walking about rushing to their destinations, or walking slowly towards the dreaded day ahead of them. One of those slower walkers was Marco Bodt. He had his backpack over his shoulders, and a few notebooks under his arm. He was walking along slowly to his dorm room, his eyes focusing on his cell phone. He'd gotten a text message from his best friend Jean that he was canceling his plans with him again. On top of that, Marco had also received a message from his roommate that only said "He makes me feel sick..." and that was it. His stomach flipped as he pondered over what way his roommate meant that, but he figured he'd find out as soon as he got home.

Upon arriving to his dorm room, Marco pulled open the door and looked around the small area. "Bertholdt?" He asked, stepping inside and putting his things down on the table near the kitchen. He walked in towards his room, passing the bathroom and finally hearing noise of another human being. He was gagging.

Marco let out a sigh, putting a hand to his forehead. He didn't have the energy for this anymore. He stepped towards the bathroom door where he heard it and checked the doorknob.

It was locked.

"Bertholdt, open the door..." He breathed, listening closely to what was going on behind the door. There was crying, and a pause.. And then another vomiting sound. "Bertholdt, open this door." Marco pleaded.

"..I-I ate..." Marco could barely hear Bertholdt over the noise of the toilet flushing. " So much.. Gross.."

Marco rubbed his eyes in a stressed manner and then turned and went for the kitchen. He pulled out a butter knife, bringing it back with him towards the door. He tried twisting the knob again, hoping it might've been unlocked for him, but it wasn't. Marco jammed the knife into the side of the door and pushed it to the side slightly, causing the door to pop open. The freckled boy let out a long sigh when he looked down at his roommate, lying on the ground with his head hanging over the toilet bowl, tears running down his face. "..." There was a silence between the two of them, Bertholdt too ashamed to look anywhere near Marco. The shorter of the two ran a hand through his hair and then set the knife down on the bathroom sink. "Come on.. Let's go lay down.." Marco reached a hand out towards Bertholdt and helped him up. Bertholdt stood up, using his hands to wipe his face, getting rid of all the tears he had cried.

The two walked towards Marco's bed, Bertholdt sitting on the edge while he composed himself. Marco walked over to their tv and clicked it on, putting it on some random channel. He crawled into his bed, sitting towards the headboard and looking at the tall and lanky friend of his. "Hey..." Bertholdt turned to him, looking embarrassed. "How was it?"

Bertholdt bit his lip, looking away. " I-I didn't.. Want to eat..all-"

"Not the food, how was hanging out with him?" Marco cut him off, trying to take his mind off the incident he had today.

Bertholdt let out a breath, rubbing his arm. "...I can't remember..We had fun...He said I should eat more... So I did..."

Marco was quiet for a moment, before reaching towards the taller man and putting his hand on his back in a comforting manner. "I'm proud of you." Bertholdt looked confused by the statement. "That was really strong for you to do that."

"Do...what?"

"..." Marco smiled at him, deciding not to say it. "Nothing, Just know I'm proud of you."

Bertholdt looked away from him, his face showing how little it really meant. He had thoughts of self hate swarming through his mind constantly, so what on earth did Marco have to be proud of in him? He must've been lying.

Seeing the lack of affect it had on Bertholdt, Marco removed his hand and then layed back on his elbows. "So? Did you at least get to hug him?"

Bertholdt's face brightened to a light pink, bringing his fingers to his lips and chewing on them. "N-no.. He just.. Patted me on the back.. Like, a sideways hug.."

"So you at least got to touch him?" Marco smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ahh, stop it, you make it sound so strange.." Bertholdt turned away, his face getting darker. "We were just hanging out, Marco.."

"Yeah, I know, I just think it's adorable how you act. I'm sure if he saw you like this, Reiner would be all over you in no time." Marco laughed at how flustered it made his friend, but he couldn't help himself. It was the only way he could make him feel any better, and he felt like it was working.

"Jesus Marco, I'm trying to spend time with him, not get in his pants.." Bertholdt breathed, pulling at his sweater. "Is this what you tried to accomplish with Jean all day?"

"Ah..." Marco breathed out, feeling a tight squeeze on his heart. "He.. Canceled."

"Again?" Bertholdt questioned.

"Yeah... Said he was gonna hang out with Eren today.." Marco shrugged his shoulders, feeling defeated.

"...He does that a lot to you.."

"Well they are dating, so I guess I can't really complain.. I just feel like I never see him anymore..." Marco trailed off. He pulled out his phone, looking at it in the hopes that maybe he had a missed message, but there wasn't anything. He even went to his recent messages and clicked on Jean's name, but it was still the same message he had received after he was out of class.

"Why don't you try texting him?" Bertholdt suggested, pointing down at his phone.

"Ahhh he might be.. Busy or something.." Marco mumbled, flipping his phone over so he didn't have to look at his name any longer.

"Well, then he'll get back to you after he's not busy." The taller guy looked at his freckled roommate. "That is the point of texting, right?"

"You're one to talk.." Marco mumbled, looking back at his phone. He hit the reply button under Jean and his conversation, and stared at his screen for a while. He bit his lip before he just decided to type something simple.

Marco: How was the date with the bf?

It didn't take long for his phone to buzz off again and Marco caught his friend chuckling at him. "See? Wasn't that hard."

Marco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I'm sure you just text Reiner all the time then?"

"Hah, we're talking about you here, don't change the subject." Bertholdt joked.

Marco smiled, looking down at his phone.

Jean: Horrible.

Marco seemed surprised by his response and in a way felt sort of happy by it. The happiness died instantly when he thought about how cruel of a wish it was, and a feeling of guilt crept through him.

Marco: Aw, what happened?

Jean: Youll see it tomorrow.

Marco let out a sigh, biting the side of his cheek. Bertholdt raised an eyebrow to his friend, curious as to what the two were talking about. The freckled boy typed away another message to his crush.

Marco: Did you guys get into a fight again?

Bzzt

Jean: Yeah. Are you busy?

"Ahh-" Marco blushed, biting his lip. Like, busy right now? And did he want to hang out right now? Or call? Or-

"What's he saying?" Bertholdt asked, pulling his legs up to chest, covering up his whole torso from sight. Marco looked to him, his eyes paying attention to his sickly pale skin, and horribly skinny figure.

"He got into a fight with Eren again, and he's asking if I'm busy." He responded.

"Are you... Gonna go out?" Bertholdt's voice trailed off, his eyes looking desperate for his friend's attention.

Marco felt his heart slump. He didn't even know if that's what Jean was asking, but there's no way he could leave his friend to his terrible thoughts by himself tonight. He didn't want to have to chose between the two, but he knew it'd be Bertholdt if it came down to it. He looked down at his phone and typed away. "I don't even know if that's what he wants."

Marco: Sort of, just chilling with Bert, why?

Bzzt-

Jean: Never mind, I'll see you tomorrow.

Marco cocked an eyebrow in confusion, tossing his phone aside without replying. "Alright.." He sighed out. "I guess he didn't want anything then."

Bertholdt fiddled with the hem of his pants, a small creeping on his face. "That was weird.."

"Hopefully he'll tell me about it tomorrow.." Marco pushed himself forward, stepping off the bed and walking up to the tv. "You in the mood to play something?" He switched the tv over to it's game mode and clicked on his playstation, tossing a controller to his friend and then taking his and plopping back down. "How about castle crashers?"

"Sure, that sounds like I won't die as much."

"Dibs on Orange Knight." Marco called, loading the game up.

"Whatever, I'm always the green one anyway."

The worst thing about school is probably how slow each hour seemed to go by for every class. Lecture after lecture, test after test, it was all the same. It was hard to have a fun classroom when there were so many different ways a teacher could get in trouble nowadays. It made for a horrible education system, to say the least. Regardless, Levi was thankful he had a few hours in his day to catch up on all of his grading and extra work. He was currently sitting at his desk, in his empty classroom, marking paper after paper. He had become so robotic over each answer that he could probably guarantee that there was a paper marked incorrectly.

Rubbing his eyes, Levi sat back in his chair, straightening out his shoulders, and back before he tried to knock out the remaining stack of ungraded work. There was a light tap on his classroom door, his uninterested eyes glancing over and being met with a co-worker of his. "Mind if I stop by?"

"Seems too late to say no." Levi responded, picking up his red pen and continuing to check his papers. His taller friend stepped up to his desk, and picked up some of the papers in the stack that had already been graded.

"You know, for how shitty your personality is, you don't grade as strict as I would expect you to."

"Of course not, why would I do that?" Levi asked, grabbing the papers from his colleague's hands and setting them back in their proper pile. "Not everyone is on the same level, and acting like they are is just ignorant."

"Well, then what about the kids above that level? You're just making it easy on them."

"That's what they get for being above it." Levi commented. "Besides, there's AP classes for that. Jesus, I'd hate to see how you grade.."

The taller man laughed. "I teach History, it's all about the memory skills there."

Levi let out an annoyed sigh. "Erwin, what the fuck do you want?"

Erwin leaned against Levi's desk, looking out at his friends' classroom. "Nothing, I'm on my break so I thought I'd swing by..." He turned his gaze out the window, staring out at the courtyard that was in view. "Did you hear what happened to the professor over at Maria?"

"No Erwin, and I don't give a shit." Levi commented, flipping over the paper in his hand and scribbling his red pen across it.

Erwin ignored his comment and went on with the story anyway. "The guy got caught with a student of his. Apparently, he had been giving the girl a higher grade in exchange for sex."

"Really?" Levi asked, pretending like he cared about the story, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"Yup, He's in prison for.. I forgot how long, and the girl I guess was taken out of that school."

"No way." Again, heavy sarcasm.

"I can't believe it." Erwin chuckled.

Levi rolled his eyes, he really couldn't be any less interested in the topic. "What? That some old pigshit was attracted to a young pretty girl and took advantage of his position as a teacher and got his way with her? Fucking unbelievable, never heard the story before."

"No, that he got caught." To this, Levi's pen instantly stopped all the writing it was doing, and his eyes, for the first time since the story started, looked up at the blond.

"What?" He asked, the look on his face coming to the only logical conclusion that could be drawn from those words.

Erwin cracked a smile, enjoying the reaction he got from Levi.

Levi always knew that the girls in the school would swoon over this guy, and hell, a handful of them were probably old enough to be his mom, but he didn't think that meant Erwin would still do something like that. "Are you saying you've had sex with your students before..?" Levi asked.

"Haha," Erwin cackled, waving a hand in the air. "No, of course not, that's cruel, Levi" But his expression said other wise and Levi knew that response was bullshit. Erwin picked up on the look and shrugged. "There are rules in place you know."

"Yeah? What kind of rules?" Levi asked, staring up at him with a deadpanned expression.

"Well for one, there's no taking advantage of students, and of course, age is a biggie."

"Oh my-" Levi put his pen down, bringing a hand to his face.

"Ah don't think of it like it's taboo, Levi. You could probably pick up a good date with one of your students."

"Are we really having this conversation..?" Levi asked, more to himself than Erwin.

"Or maybe not, you'd probably scare them all away with that face." Erwin pointed at Levi. The darker haired man shot him a death glare.

"What're you saying?"

Erwin smiled. "I bet you can't get at least a date with one of your students."

"...I'm not playing this game, Erwin."

"Oh, another rule though, no using grades or anything against them-"

"-Erwin, I'm not-"

"-And they have to consent to it, no guilt tripping them or anything.-"

"You're not listening-"

"-Ah, I would just think of it as a person outside the classroom."

Levi stared up at the taller man, his mind beginning to play with the idea. "Erwin, I could probably get any student that you point out to me if I wanted to." He ended with.

Erwin raised and eyebrow. "Oh? Is that your bet?"

"Get that shit-eating grin off your face."

"You're thinking about it, I can tell."

Levi let out a frustrated groan. "If I can get them to say 'yes' to a date, then will you shut the fuck up?"

Just as Levi finished his sentence, there was another presence at the door. "Hey.. Professor..." The two turned their heads to be met with an averaged sized male brunette, and Levi felt his gut twist, his mind telling him not to look at the blond.

Erwin leaned in towards Levi. "I still get to point them out, right?" Before another word could be exchanged between the two, Erwin pushed himself off of the desk, and announced loudly. "Well! I'd better get back to my class then, I'll see you later."

"Eren..." Levi mumbled, staring at his student for his next class. "You're early... By two hours..."

"...I figured I'd get help on the work you gave me." Eren stepped into the classroom, paying no mind to Erwin as he stepped out of the room. He pulled out his backpack and grabbed the folder Levi had given to him previously. He flipped to the first few pages of the packet and held it out towards his teacher. "I just wanted you to check them to see if they're right."

Levi glanced over the page, recognizing most of the answers correctly. His gaze shifted from the page to Eren's cheeks. "Eren." Levi called, bringing the brunette's attention to him. He set the paper down on his desk and leaned back a bit. "What happened to your face?"

Eren brought a hand to his cheek, turning to the side and not saying anything.

"What's going on? Every time I see you, there's a new bruise or cut on you."

"It's.. Just some relationship problems..."

"Yeah, your boyfriend, right?" Levi's eyes glanced to the clock and then back at the boy. "Is that why you're here early? To get away from him?"

"..." Eren looked away, not saying anything.

"..." Levi stared at him a moment longer before looking down at his paper. "What's his name?"

Eren felt his heart twist for a moment. "Levi, please don't report-"

"I'm not going to report him, I just wanted to know about your relationship." Levi lied. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to report or not, because he wasn't quite sure if it was a problem.

"...Jean." Eren sighed. The last thing he wanted to happen was to get Jean in trouble, especially since he knew the two were both at fault. "Jean Kirschstein."

"Ah, What's he like?"

"An idiot." Eren spat out crossing his arms with a slight look of frustration over coming him. "The biggest jerk on the planet too."

Levi chuckled. "Sounds like someone I know." He commented, referring to Erwin. Eren brought his eyes back to his teacher. "How long have you two been dating?"

"Ahh.." Eren bit his lip thinking. "Almost.. Three years now?"

Levi glanced up at him. "That's a long time to date an idiot."

Eren cracked a smile, looking away. "Well, he's.. A good idiot. But..."

There was a silence in the air, Eren's smile fading away as he let out a sigh. Levi watched him, twirling his pen in his hand, before dragging his eyes back to Eren's paper and marking a check at the top, indicating that it had been turned in.

"...I don't think I love him anymore..." Eren mumbled, more to himself than to Levi. The older of the two looked up at him, specifically at the cuts and bruises that were scattered on his face.

"Eren." Levi started, handing the paper back to his student, and then pointing his pen at him. "Are you trying to get him to break up with you? Is that what all of this is about?" He indicated Eren's face.

The brunette was quiet, looking down as he let his thoughts roam. He didn't really know. Maybe that's what he was doing, maybe that's why he had been picking fights all the time, and making things so much more difficult than they had to be. He thought about breaking up with Jean a lot lately, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe he was subconsciously trying to make Jean hate him enough to leave him.

"...I don't know.." Eren sighed, taking the paper from Levi.

"Do you want my advice?" Levi asked. The brunette looked at him and didn't say anything. "You're not happy. Break up with him. You're gonna hurt him, and throwing punches in each other's face isn't going to make his feelings hurt any less when you do it. He's not going to be the one to break up with you, I can tell you that much."

Eren slipped the paper into his folder and then looked towards the door. "...Are tuesdays and thursdays alright?"

"What?" Levi asked, thrown off by the out of the blue question.

"For the make up work, are those days good?"

"Oh.. Yeah of course." Levi waved a hand in the air, his mind briefly going back to the conversation that he had with Erwin. He pushed the thought away and gave Eren a nod.

Eren went towards the back of the classroom, putting his things on his desk "You know.. You're not as much as a prick as I thought you were. "

"I get that a lot." Levi chuckled.

"Yeah..." Eren didn't say anything else, but instead put his head down on his desk, grabbing a nice nap before the class actually started.