I apologize for my bad habit of writing short chapters, as well as any mistakes you may find in all of them. However, I still hope you enjoy(:


Chapter 3.

Eren woke to the sound of his name, bouncing softly off the walls of his room.

"Wake up, idiot." he hears and stirrs lightly on his bed as he slowly tried opening his eyes, thankful for the curtains still drawn close to keep the sunlight from flooding in his room.

"Hnn?" he murmured, slowly rising from his bed and trying his best to ignore the dizziness that hit him like a brick. He yawned and stretched, rubbing his eyes sleepily before finally taking a good look at the man sitting next to him.

"Oi, how long are you going to be sleeping?" Levi asked with a blank expression, lifting his hand up to offer Eren a bottle of orange juice which was a greatful habit to have everytime he was done with his meals. Eren thanked him and quickly twisted the cap off to take a sip.

"Morning, by the way." Eren muttered with a pale smile, and he received a light nod from the other.

"Stay in bed for now and don't move too much, I'll get you some cereal." Levi instructed, "Do you want some fruits as well? It'll make you feel better."

Eren drank silently, nodding at Levi once and watched as the man raised himself up and left the room. With a sigh, he popped the cap back on the plastic bottle and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. He laid back and rubbed his tired face with his hands. Damn, how can he go to work like this?

Then again, he feels greatful for having Levi around at times like these. Initally of course, he wasn't this kind. In fact, he didn't care at all, leaving Eren to recover from his weak state all by himself in any quick way possible, even though Levi was the one who caused it. At first, Eren hadn't known how to deal with the constand blood loss, it reached to a point where he had fainted a couple of times at work. And there are just so many times a person can go to the doctor due to Anemia before starting to seem suspicious, so Eren stopped visiting after a few times, but he kept the doc's prescription for meds. And then Mikasa jumps in as she immediately saw through his situation, thinking that maybe he might not be eating right or, even worse, not eating at all. He tried explaining that he was totally fine, even if he was not. He just wanted Mikasa to stop worrying so much, told her that he could take care of himself, even going so far as to mention his recent visits to the doctor. But that was months ago.

Now, something changed-or better yet, everything changed. As time went by, Eren started to notice these small little gestures of kindess from Levi. Sometimes, he'd carry him to his bed after feeding, other times he even helped with house chores and cleaning when Eren couldn't lift a finger(though maybe that's because he's such a clean freak; Eren realized that later). And then eventually, Levi turned to oftenly making a healthy breakfast or lunch for Eren everytime he was too weak to even stand from the bed. Which was really weird, the guy has no taste buds(at least for human foods), so how come his cooking actually tasted good?

In the end, Eren felt like he was babysat once a month by Levi as if Mikasa's babysitting skills weren't enough. Sigh..

"Are you sleeping again?" Levi mused, standing next to the door with a tray in his hands. Eren looked up from underneath his hands that were still cupping his face, and grinned tiredly.

"Nope, just felt a little dizzy." Levi nodded and walked to him, leaving the tray next to Eren, on the bed.

"You gotta eat, your shift start's at twelve o'clock today, right? You got an hour." Levi pointed at the digital clock on the nightstand, its green flashy numbers read 10:49am.

"Awh, damn!" Eren panicked as he got up abruptly to grab on the bowl of cereal, eating as fast as he could before going for the little plate with sliced fruits like apple, oranges and bananas. Levi rolled his eyes when Eren coughed midway, just as he expected.

"Shitty brat. Slow down, or you'll choke to death."

"S-sorry."

oOo

The digital clock now read 11:37am, and Eren was late. In such a weak physical state, he thought it was a miracle that he got out of bed, took a warm shower, got dressed and ready for work in so little time. He threw on a light jacket and sat on his bed to put his shoes on. He was lacing his shoes when he felt a soft, fluffy fabric drape on his head. A towel?

When he looked up, he met face to face with Levi's typical disinterested expression. He had thrown the towel on Eren's head and proceeded to gently dry his hair by running his fingers along Eren's hairline through the soft towel.

"It's gonna be a bit windy today, you'll catch a cold if you go out like this." he said in a monotone, and this catches Eren off guard. He couldn't help it, he blushed.

"Thanks.."

It was seven minutes later that Eren was finally out of his apartment, his dizziness already fading and his hair all dried, the feeling of Levi's hands still faintly tingling in his mind.


12:09pm "You're late, Jaeger." Jean Kirschtein said sternly as he watched Eren enter the café. Eren chuckled lightly,

"At ease, my friend, for I've come to save the day." he joked. There were a lot of customers coming in every saturday, and today was no exception. Maria's Café wasn't much of a fancy place, it was big enough to occupy one waiter around for every shift, but it was also pretty enough to attract this much people everytime. Seeing how packed it was today, Eren knew he had to get straight to work before he gets yelled at by his boss for slacking around(or being nine minutes late for work).

Marco Bott, one of the waiters of the staff, was the one running around those 9 extra minutes while Eren was absent(Jean was the bartender and cashier), and Eren apologized sencerely for extending the time of his shift, even though Marco worked fewer hours since it was a part-time job. Though Marco just shrugged and laughed it off before leaving everything to Eren.

"Good luck!" he cheered and finally left the cafe after greeting Jean goodbye.

Time for some serious business, Eren thought with a smirk, lifting his sleeves above his elbows.

oOo

"Ahh." Eren huffed out, exhausted after a day of too much running. He had been sitting on a stool by the bar where Jean was mixing some drinks for two lovely ladies on table four. Eren wiped the sweat from his forehead with a napkin and looked up at Jean from the other side of the bar. It was almost 7:30pm, and there usually are very few customers at this hour, giving time for Eren to stop and take a breath, and give his feet some rest. His shift finishes in about thirty minutes, so he was taking it rather slow.

"Jean, they're looking at you." Eren grinned, discreetly pointing at the two girls who ordered their drinks. Jean rolled his eyes.

"You think I didn't notice?" came the annoyed reply.

"Hey, why not? They're cute." Eren chcukled, "Might as well put your number on the tray together with the drinks before I deliver it to 'em." he suggested, though this just made Jean sigh.

"I'm not interested, and you know that." Jean pointed, glancing at the waiter. Eren already knew the story, he had eyes only for Mikasa, though she didn't feel the same. Or rather, Jean doesn't know if she does, since he never had the guts to ask. It's already been almost two years.

"I know, heh. But even a man like you should learn how to relax sometimes, you know?"

"I know how to rela-wait. What do you mean by a man like me?!"

Eren laughed when Jean angrily threw a crumpled napkin at his shoulder, but the two stopped when they heard the little door bell ring from the entrance of the café. A customer. Eren jumped from the stool and quickly placed the two drinks Jean had made on the tray before elegantly walking pass by some tables and delivering the drinks to the ladies in a professional manner.

When he went back to the bar with the empty tray, Jean placed a glass of water before him. He had a blush on his cheeks.

"For.. Table eight." he mumbled and quickly scrambled away to tend to other businesses. Eren raised an eyebrow, though he puts the glass of water on the tray and walked up to table eight. He was surprised to see it was Mikasa.

He smiled, placed the glass of water in front of her and started, "Hello! Welcome to Maria's café-"

"You didn't call last night." Oh. No wonder she hadn't been entirely excited to see Eren.

He literally forgot. Even after promising he'd call once he was back home, it wasn't entirely his fault. Levi was hungry.

"A-ah! I am so sorry, I forgot!" Eren tried explaining, though Mikasa wanted none of that.

"Do you know how worried I was? And you weren't even answering your phone!" she said as a frown clouded her expression, "What were you thinking?"

Eren awkwardly rubbed at his nape, not knowing what to say to that.

"Well, I was so tired last night, I went to bed early and forgot to call, I guess." he lied, but covered it up with a chuckle.

Her tone was cautious, "And what about Levi?" and her eyes glinted dangerously when she mentions his name.

"Ah? He's fine, we went our seperate ways once I got to my apartment," lies, all lies. Just like the lies he said yesterday about him. He resisted gulping loudly, keeping up a reassuring smile.

Speaking of which, Levi might still be in his apartment, but Eren told him to leave from the window if so he wished, since the door's locked. Besides, Levi tends to come and go only through his bedroom's window, because he doesn't want to be seen by anyone entering his apartment through the front door. Eren's flat was on the fifth floor, so how the hell does he do that is beyond him.

And so, Mikasa seemed to relax a little, "Okay.. I am sorry for being rude."

Eren shook his head, "Nah, no problem. I'm glad you care for me, Mikasa." she smiled. He hoped she hadn't noticed his rather pale complexion from blood loss either and start asking questions, though she didn't mention anything.

Eventually, she ordered some tea and Eren went on to working the last few minutes of his shift, getting lectured by Jean a second time for taking orders too long from customers, even though he did so with a red face, since Mikasa was still around. She still didn't seem to notice.


The door clicked open and Eren entered his flat with an exhausted sigh. He closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes. Taking off his jacket and throwing it on his armchair, he left his phone, keys and wallet on the coffee table in the living room. Damn, he was pretty tired by now. He was surprised he was on his feet for eight hours straight without fainting on a busy saturday. He should probably tell Levi to not feed on fridays when Eren needed to work extra hard the next day. It was risky.

He ate a light dinner of pasta and a little bit of bread, though he disliked how he had cooked it this time. He prefers Levi's cooking. Where is he anyway? He searched his bedroom but no one was there, and he saw his window ajar. As expected, Levi left through the window again, but Eren just shakes his head and chuckles. What a weird man, indeed.

He went to bed early, slipping through the warm covers with only a pair of pyjamas pants. He's so glad he isn't working on sundays, so he could finally recover to full health. Plus, he can sleep in.

Hugging his pillow, he sighed pleasantly and shifted lightly under the covers to get into a more comfortable position. He was sleepy in minutes. He dragged his hand up and carefully touched his fingers against his healing wound right ontop of his collarbone, the one he gained last night. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely there; the bite mark. He had another one just under his nape, though it was on the verge of disappearing completely(Levi liked biting him there as much as he did with his neck, oddly. Eren never had a chance to ask him why). Up until now, even from so many times that he's been bitten, there were no scars left behind, and the wounds heal real quick. At first, Eren thought Levi was being very careful on the way he sinks his teeth in, but perhaps that wasn't really the case. Not that he minded. He just didn't want any evidence lingering on his body that someone out there had been biting him for half a year, or even worse, that people would think he was self inflicting these wounds, especially if they were on his arms which weirdly take forever to heal and vanish, unlike anywhere else on his body.

He traced a finger over on both remaining bite marks that were located above his collabone and under his nape. With another sigh, he silently calculated how many days were left til they were completely gone. Just a few more days.

He smiled faintly before eventually falling asleep. Pure red eyes conquered his dreams.


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