A/N: I felt really sick writing part of this chapter, because it contains puking. I didn't know how to describe it without making it too gross, so if it's really bad, I'm sorry. Does fluff and puking even go together anyway?

Look at me, uploading two chapters in two days. Don't you just love the smell of teen desperation and avoided responsibilities in the morning.

When Eren woke up, the room was pitch black and silent. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he figured it had something to do with the empty vodka bottle lying near him on the floor. Someone had thrown a blanket over him at some point, but lying on the floor had given him some serious back pain. That, in addition to the serious hangover and pounding headache, made Eren feel downright awful. He sat up in the darkness, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself because some idiot had opened the window, and moaning as a wave a nausea hit him.

"Oh look, sleeping beauty is finally awake." A drawling voice spoke through the darkness, startling Eren. Even though he had never heard his voice properly (or at least remembered hearing it properly), Eren immediately knew that it was Levi speaking.

"Can you close the window?" Eren mumbled, his voice cracking, even at the low volume he spoke at. It had started raining at some point in the night, bringing a strong wind with it; Eren could hear the rain pounding against the window, which really wasn't helping his headache.

"No. The room needs the fresh air. It was stagnant and disgusting." Eren was surprised at how blunt Levi seemed to be, and how… unusual.

"Why did you stay in here if you thought it smelled so bad?"

"Somebody had to make sure that you didn't choke on your own vomit while you were asleep, and everyone else buggered off, so I was stuck here with you." Eren could only see Levi's faint outline in the dark, so he couldn't gage his facial expression, but he didn't sound very pissed off about having to stay and watch Eren.

"When did I pass out? And what time is it now?" Eren figured Levi wouldn't be likely to lie too much about what he had gotten up to while he was drunk.

"Around 4am, after you downed the entire bottle of vodka, kissed Hanji and drunk-dialled someone who I assume was your sister? ANd it's now 6am."

Eren's jaw dropped. "I drunk-dialled Mikasa?! And I kiss Hanji?!Ow!" Levi had gotten up and flicked on the light. Eren's hands flew to his head, and he pulled the blanket up over his eyes. "Why did you have to do that?"

"I wanted to see the look of panic on your face." Whatever reason Eren had expected Levi to give, it wasn't that one.

"Wh-" Eren's words were cut off when the blanket was yanked off of his head, and Levi's face appeared inches from his own.

"Do you really not remember anything from last night?" Levi's face was so close to Eren that he could feel the air move when Levi spoke, and see every fleck of colour in his eyes. He noticed that Levi was fully dressed, with his hair combed, while Eren was sat in just a pair of boxers and a blanket. Eren felt heat rushing to his face, and suddenly became very aware that his breath probably smelt awful and that he probably looked like shit.

"Um… nothing after I was dragged in here by Hanji… Why?" He noticed a flicker of something in Levi's eyes… was it disappointment? But what did Levi have to be disappointed about?

"I'm just trying to judge how drunk you got last night. By the way, you should go brush your teeth, your drunk morning breath is not pleasant." Eren blushed and stood up, wrapping the blanket around him, and trudged over to the door, before turning back to Levi, who had pulled a phone out of his pocket, and was frowning at the screen.

"Um… where is the bathroom?"

"No idea," Levi replied, without looking up from his phone. "Just peer into every room until you find it."

Eren sighed, annoyed at how unhelpful Levi was being, this guy really is a dick, he thought, and wandered out into the hallway, wincing as the door slammed shut behind him. Placing a hand on the cream painted wall, and walked down the hall, opening doors and peering into them as he passed them. In one room, Eren noticed Jean fast asleep in a large bed, with Marco laying with his head on his chest. He turned away from them, and shut the door as quietly as he could, knowing Jean would probably murder him if he knew that Eren had seen him like that. A few doors down, Eren only opened the door enough to spot two very naked bodies, and breathe in the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, before he pulled the door shut as quickly as humanly possible, and back away from it slowly.

Cautiously opening more doors as he walked down the hall, Eren began to feel the waves of nausea washing back over him again. Throwing open a door at random, he mercifully found himself in a bathroom, barely having time to thank his lucky stars, before he fell to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and threw up the contents of his stomach. Acid burned the back of his throat, and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He heard the door open behind him, but at that moment his body decided to completely rid itself of all the alcohol in it's system. Clutching the sides of the toilet, shakes rushed through his body, and he let out a small whimper.

When his stomach had finally calmed down enough to move away from the toilet bowl, he was instantly pulled into someone's arm, a glass of water and some painkillers were pushed into his hand, and was cool cloth was being wiped across his forehead. He hadn't realized how much his eyes had teared up until he couldn't make out the person grouched in front of him. He shoved the tablets into his mouth and gulped down the water before his stomach could protest again, and then collapsed into the arms that were wrapped around him, closing his eyes as he did so.

"I didn't realize that you have such a bad reaction to the thought of kissing Hanji," Levi's amused voice murmured quietly in Eren's ear. Eren was surprised that Levi, of all people, had come to help him. He seemed pretty uninterested in how Eren was feeling when he had first woken up.

"I thought you didn't know where the bathroom was…" Eren croaked.

"I didn't. I just followed the sound of you vomiting from down the hall. You were only a few doors away anyway." Eren slumped in Levi's arms, overwhelmed by the lack of sleep and the hangover. "Are you actually okay, Eren? You do know that I was joking about Hanji, right?"

"I-I think so… I just drank way too much last night." He opened his eyes and blinked down at Levi, surprised that even in his awful state collapsed on the floor, he was still a lot taller than Levi. "So if I didn't try getting off with Hanji," Eren shivered at the mere thought, "what did I do last night?"

Levi pulled his arms back from Eren, and fixed him with a vicious glare. "You mean you really don't remember?" Eren shook his head. "Not even after I do this…"

Eren was about to speak, when he was cut off by Levi again, but this time, it wasn't Levi's voice that cut him off. Levi placed both hands on either side of Eren's face, lazily closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Eren's. Rather than allowing him to fall back in surprise, Levi moved up onto his knees and pushed Eren against the wall behind them. The boy's mouth opened in surprise, and Levi took that as a sign of consent to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into Eren's mouth, and moved his hands up to twist through Eren's hair. Eren recovered from his surprise enough to close his eyes and move his own tongue forward to crash against Levi's, and wrapped his arms around Levi's waist, pulling him even closer. Teeth nibbled on Eren's bottom lip, and he let out a quiet moan. He felt Levi smirk in response, and they broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Hmm… I think you might have to jog my memory a little more."