Mikasa arrived to the kitchen with a loud bang as the door hit the wall.

The evidence that an angry Eren was present at some point was there, (There were some broken plates and a knife or fork here and there on the floor.) however the person in question wasn't anywhere in sight anymore.

"Where the hell are they now..."

As Mikasa was stalking through the castle towards that one cursed room (once again), Eren was sprawled (naked) on the bed in said cursed room a.k.a. Levi Heichou's room (once again).

He watched (read: stared) as his boyfriend came out of the attached bathroom, already all cleaned up. (Levi was one of the few people who had the luxury of their own bathroom. However, in his case it had less to do with his high rank and more with the simple fact it was way more convenient. For everyone involved.) Eren enjoyed the view as Levi dressed into clean clothes and moved to his desk to start on the evil called work and paperwork. (These are the times Levi regrets he is not some regular soldier. But then he remembers his bathroom and comes to the conclusion the paperwork is not all that bad.)

Before he can start actually doing what Heichous are supposed to do, Eren speaks up.

"So... we are like... okay now?" is his casual question.

Levi turned around on his chair to face Eren. "...I was under the impression that making up is what make-up sex is for."

"I just wanted to make sure you understand and won't do it again before I can say we're okay," Eren exclaimed and looked away.

Levi sighed and moved from his desk to sit on the bed next to the younger boy. (After making sure the sheets were clean there.) "I promise not to make out when there are people within earshot and always lock the door. Okay?" The fact that that one time the door was locked and it was Mikasa who 'unlocked' it, was apparently irrelevant to Eren.

Eren was silent for a minute, but then nodded. "...Okay."

Levi smirked and leaned in to give Eren a light kiss. However, Eren didn't agree with the sentiment and pressed forward to deepen it, grabbing Levi around his neck. Levi wasn't really complaining. That is, until he felt Eren trying to pull him down on the bed with him. He caught himself at the last moment, pulling back from the boy stubbornly clinging to his neck, whining. "Nuh-uh. You have your rules, I have mine. We're not doing anything unless you go and take a bath. And change the sheets."

A short staring contest followed, Eren giving in with an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll have the damn bath."

Levi smirked victoriously. "Good boy."

"Shut up," Eren mumbled in response as he struggled out of the bed to unwillingly move himself to the bathroom.

Not five seconds after the door closed behind him, there was a firm knock. Levi groaned and moved to see who the brave one was. (It took him a few seconds to realize the door wasn't stuck but locked. He cursed silently as he turned the key.)

And there she was (once again). The over-over-protective sister, Mikasa Ackerman, with her cold, hateful look reserved only for their Heichou. "Eren's here, right? I need to talk to him."

Levi leaned against the door frame with an indifferent expression. "Maybe he is, maybe not. Either way, I doubt he wants to talk to you now."

"I was not asking for your opinion. Sir."

"But that's the only thing you'll get."

"Just let me-"

She was interrupted by a shouting voice muffled by the door the source was behind. "Just go away for now, Mikasa! Stop meddling with my relationships!"

Levi smirked and Mikasa hid behind her scarf. But Eren wasn't quite done yet. "I don't want to see you right now, I'm pissed! And with you I'm sure as hell not gonna resolve this with make-up sex!"

Two pairs of eyes snapped towards the bathroom door. Disbelief and shock (and in one case disgust) were painfully visible in them.

Mikasa could only stare blankly while Levi groaned. "Please, someone tell me he didn't just say that shit..."

A/N: It's not really romantic, is it... But I tried!

Anyway, sorry about those last few lines... It's stupid but I couldn't help myself...! ^^;

And why the hell do I keep making Mikasa such a... mood destroyer... Sorry, Mikasa, you know I love you, right? Right?

(There's kind of... a lot of brackets this time, isn't there...?)