This story is definitely not so great, and I'm sorry for that. I wrote this one pretty late, when I was tired and had writer's block. Sorry to my readers, and to Kalel.

Kalel x Eren

"That's stupid," she snapped at him. "You need to transform if you're going to-"

"Guys!" Armin appeared, always the peacemaker. He smiled weakly at both of them. "Eren, please. Be nice to Kal. You too, Kalel, you need to stop acting like Eren's always in the wrong. You KNOW he can't transform if he doesn't have a clear purpose, or if he doesn't want to. Please be civil to each other, guys."

"He NEEDS to transform," snapped Kalel. "Why do you think Ellen was eaten earlier? Titans ate her! SOMEONE needs to pick his arse up and-"

"Kalel," said Eren impatiently. "I'm sorry about Ellen. Really sorry. But I CAN'T. I TRIED. Really hard." He looked down at his bloodied hand, looking forlorn but Kalel didn't back down. "Eren, I know, but please-"

"Leave Eren alone."

Kalel mentally groaned. It was Mikasa again. Kalel kinda wished she had a personal bodyguard too. I mean, come on! That girl followed Eren everywhere. And she was strong. Extremely strong. Kalel really wanted a bodyguard like Mikasa. That girl had SEVEN KILLS. She was amazing, really.

"I was just telling Eren to pick himself up and transform into a titan," said Kalel. "My friend Ellen was eaten earlier and I'm NOT in a good mood. We need Eren to transform and kill those titans, like that time he protected you."

"Fair enough." Mikasa looked at Eren. "Eren, it's honestly okay if you don't transform but…please could you try? One last time…"

"Fine," whispered Eren.

He bit down.

Blood spurted everywhere as he bit harder and harder.

IT WAS WORKING. IT WAS ACTUALLY WORKING.

Eren was a titan.

He raced off. He raced off, to use Annie's fighting strategies. To kill titans.

"Are you happy now?" said Mikasa, looking extremely proud of her adopted brother.

"Yeah," said Kalel, smiling.

It was the end of the day when he finally returned. He sunk to the floor, leaving the titan carcass behind as he got out. Mikasa and Armin both grinned at Eren, and walked away, leaving Eren with Kalel.

"How come the transformation-thing worked this time?" said Kalel, breaking the comfortable silence.

"You'll laugh if I actually tell you," said Eren, looking a little annoyed.

"No, I won't."

"That's what they all say," grumbled Eren, but he gave in. "Fine. I transformed….for you."

"What?" Kalel looked genuinely clueless.

"You need a clear reason, right. I didn't transform to kill titans. I didn't feel like I needed to do that. I transformed because I wanted to help you."

"But why?"

"Because I like you," said Eren thoughtfully. "I don't know why I like you, but I do. Can I kiss you?"

"Wh-"

His lips were on hers before she could say anything. His kissing was as fierce as his personality. As caring as his personality was. As protective as his personality was. It was actually pretty amazing, how soft his lips were. Kalel wondered if she could send in a story about his kisses to a magazine. "Amazing kisser has kisses like personality." But then she forgot about that and melted into the kiss.