And so I'm back with another chapter. Does anyone actually remember this story? Yes? Good.

Enjoy this chapter full of everything except ereri. (I'm joking. Or not)

"Here, read this."

Eren blinked and looked with confusion at the phone that was being pushed in his hand. He cocked his head and glanced at his editor, noticing how the blond was looking ahead at the road while clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. The older man cursed under his breath and changed the car speed while he narrowly avoided another car. The horns began to bark loudly and Erwin gave the other annoyed conductor the bird before taking the exit of the highway.

Because Eren didn't want to keep watching how fast they were going, he decided to listen to his editor (the man was already angry at him. Better not worsen his mood) and looked at the phone. It was the latest smartphone and the mangaka furrowed his eyebrows.

He had never been good with technology so he couldn't quite understand how to use it. He tentatively touched the screen and his eyes widened when the screen lightened and showed him a keyboard with only numbers.

"Huuuuh," Eren drawled as he glanced nervously at his editor.

Erwin turned sharply at the corner and the mangaka blinked. He could swear that he had just seen his life flash behind his eyes.

Oh god, he was totally going to die here. And he still hadn't had the opportunity to see if his assistant was a yakuza.

"Yes, Eren?" Erwin asked him politely. Just before he glared daggers at another car and insulted the conductor in German.

The mangaka gulped loudly. Sometimes, he wasn't so happy to be of German heritage. Those times were mostly when he was faced with his editor's rather short temper behind the steering wheel.

"I..." Eren spluttered nervously. "I need a password!"

'Good,' he congratulated himself. 'You didn't show how afraid you are of him. Keep going like that, Jäger!'

Yes, that pep talk was totally needed. Erwin Smith was way more terrifying than Levi in his bad days. Like a hell lot more.

"Ah, I forgot about that," the editor chuckled happily (Eren almost whimpered in fear) and he pushed the accelerator again. The car jumped and passed a Ferrari.

Eren saw the Ferrari conductor look at him with eyes filled with pity.

"0914," Erwin added while they drifted on the asphalt.

They drifted in the extremely jammed roads of Tokyo. Eren was already gagging in horror. But he quickly recomposed his mind and taped the password on the screen. Finally, he got to see what his editor wanted him to read.

"Twitter?" He read while he scrunched his face. "What is it?"

The car suddenly stopped and, hadn't it been for the security belt, Eren would have crashed right through the window. Erwin didn't seem to care about it and shook his head while he swiftly manoeuvred the vehicle to squeeze it in a parking place.

"Sometimes," the editor commented with a small chuckle. "I wonder which of us is the younger one. In which era do you live, Eren?"

The brunet pouted and continued observing the screen.

"What's 'Play_Ducking_Nice'?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

His editor chuckled and took off his security belt.

"It's more like: 'Who's Play_Ducking_Nice', Eren," he corrected happily.

Eren waited for the editor to further his explanation but Erwin just got out of the car with a smile on par and began to walk to the nearest building. The mangaka grumbled and took off his security belt, thanking the gods to have put it beforehand because Erwin was the scariest thing ever when he was in a car, and followed his editor.

"Then who is Play_Ducking_Nice?" Eren asked with an eyeroll.

"Ah," Erwin exclaimed happily as he smiled at someone behind the brunet. "Levi."

"What?!" the mangaka exclaimed with surprise as he swiftly turned around. "He's here?! That asshole could have told me! It would have saved me from the ride with y-..." Eren gulped loudly when he realised that he had been blabbering in front of Erwin and a perfect stranger. "I'll shut up..." he grimaced and tried to hide his nervous blush.

"Go on," his editor waved carelessly his hand as they walked to the elevator. "We're already late so you can take your time, Eren. What were you saying?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Eren dipped his head and glared at his feet. (He noticed just as the elevator doors opened with a ding that he was wearing Levi's shoes. God, his assistant was going to kill him) The mangaka glanced around him nervously, trying to find something, anything, to change the topic so he wouldn't end killed by his already way too angry editor and his eyes widened in relief when he saw the blonde's phone. "So... Twitter!" he said perkily while praying to every existing god that it would be enough for Erwin.

It was enough.

"Yes," Erwin nodded while the doors closed behind them.

They were alone in the elevator and Eren furrowed his eyebrows when the annoying music began. It was some kind of jazz version of the latest single in Japan. And he hated it. Mostly because he had heard Levi humming it whenever they were working late and it had ended being a reminder of those long and atrocious nights were the only things he heard were that annoying hum and Levi's insults.

Eren sighed. Now that he thought about it, his life was kind of sad.

"Nowadays, it has become fairly popular for writers and mangaka to have a blog or a twitter account to interact with their fans," Erwin added and Eren blinked, shaking away his gloomy aura.

"A blog?" the brunet repeated with furrowed eyebrows.

He could remember his childhood where everyone had used to have one. But then, Eren hadn't been like everyone and had preferred to play and run around with Mikasa and Armin. (Poor Armin was always dead tired by the end of their games)

"Yes," his editor nodded and sighed softly. "What you have there," he pointed at his smartphone with a wry smile, "is Levi's twitter account."

"Levi," Eren said. He blinked. "Levi," this time, his voice was more confused and he looked at the screen (once again black) with disbelief. "Are you telling me that Levi, the Levi who's always trying to kill me, has a blog?!"

"Twitter account," Erwin corrected.

"Whatever," Eren snorted and looked intensively at the phone. "And he writes in it?"

"Yes," Erwin said just as the doors opened to their floor. "All the time."

The mangaka narrowed his eyes and scrunched his nose. He could remember that he had seen sometimes his assistant with his phone. But he had always shrugged it off, thinking that the man was only texting his girlfriend (or sexting her if Levi was capable of that. Eren really doubted it, it was Levi for Pete's sake). Or underlings if Levi was really part of the yakuza. (Or sexting his underlings, who knows. Maybe that was what made him hot and flustered) Eren grimaced and decided to change his way of thinking, it was downright unhealthy. So Levi, it was. The terrifying and extremely easy to anger little man. The one who liked to make him shiver in pure fear every night. The one who claimed that he didn't have time to waste with a brat. The one so secretions that Eren didn't even know his full name.

But he had been writing in his twitter whatever account.

Eren's eyes suddenly widened and began to sparkle as he snickered evilly. If he read that blog and found some nasty secrets in it, Levi would be the only one to blame. The brunet quickly put Erwin's password and submersed himself in Levi's twitter account. And, because he clearly was an inept at everything electronic, he ended gasping with a lost look. Mostly because he didn't know what to do to find out everything about Levi.

"Eren?" Erwin called him while he blocked the doors of the elevator.

"Y-yes!" Eren exclaimed as he jumped in surprised. The phone almost escaped his hands and he squeaked nervously while securing it in his two hands.

The mangaka promptly got out of the elevator and followed his editor in the corridor before they stopped in front of a door. Not that Eren noticed it because he had just realised what his almost lost of smartphone had done. Without really knowing how, he had ended selecting Levi's first messages. And, god, it was amazing.

「I ducking hate autocorrect.」

「Why the bell are you following me?」

「Ducking autocorrect...」

「kdkqkldgrrrraaaaa」

Seriously, pure gold.

Eren snickered and he quickly graved in his mind each and every of Levi's tweets. This was too much of a good opportunity to let it pass.

"Eren," Erwin called another time and the mangaka quickly followed the blond into a conference room.

There were a lot of people there. Most were sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs and Eren nodded as a greeting to some of then. They had previously met when his first work, Titan, had been adapted as a drama years ago.

"There you are," a man in his forties commented with a small sigh. "We were about to proceed without you, Jäger-san!"

Eren's lips twitched and he glanced at his editor. Erwin was giving a cold glare to the man and the mangaka decided to not comment on it. Erwin was a seasoned editor, he was the one who knew best for those kind of things.

"The streets were pretty jammed," Erwin said lightly as he took a seat, Eren following him like a duckling. "But we got here on time so let's begin the reunion."

"Fine," the man pursed his lips into a sneer and shrugged slightly. "We already discussed the scenario and the settings. What is left are the actors."

"About that," Eren suddenly cleared his throat and almost flinched when he was met with the director's bloodshot eyes. Except that those eyes were nothing against Levi's 'I'm so tired of your shit' eyes. The mangaka relaxed his shoulders and put a pleasant smile on his lips. "I want to be the one who'll decide the actors."

The director frowned and Eren's eyes glinted. He knew what was going to follow. After all, the same things had happened when Titan had been adapted into a movie. But this time, he was going to fight teeth and nail to defend his work.

Hollywood had transformed his Cyclop, the hero who had always lived in a putrid cell and thrived for freedom, into a whiny pretty boy. Eren was not going to let that happen to Hunter. Not this time.

"Listen here, Jäger-san," the director sighed heavily. "The casting director has already picked the actors, we're about to select the main actors tomorrow. Don't worry, we'll take your words seriously so you can relax and concentrate into your manga, okay?"

Eren gritted his teeth and tightened his fists under the table. He could faintly see the woman sitting next to him shifting nervously, her brown eyes glancing at the director and then at him. From what he could read of the tag hanging around her neck, she was on the casting team.

"Mr. Reeves," the woman said with a sharp voice, surprising Eren by the alertness that she showed even when it was clear that she was nervous around him. "The author's insight would be extremely helpful for us. Also, it could make a nice advertisement."

The director frowned and leaned back on his chair, the plastic creaking loudly while he crossed his legs. Erwin followed his moves with cold eyes, his face set on stone, while Eren licked briefly his lips.

"Whatever," Reeves shrugged. "I want the cast ready by tomorrow morning."

"Very well," the woman nodded with a faint smile.

(◡‿◡✿)

"Do you have already some names for the actors?" the woman, who had presented herself as Rico, asked while she cleaned her glasses with a black handkerchief.

Eren blinked and stopped looking intensively at the handkerchief (why was it black? The snot would be way too visible on it!) to instead look at the woman.

"Huuuuh," he drawled nervously.

Erwin sighed heavily and facepalmed discreetly while he tried to ignore how much of a fool Eren was passing as. And the boy was called a genius...

Genius maybe, but he clearly didn't have an idea about what they were talking about.

Sometimes, Erwin really wondered if Eren wasn't some kind of extremely secret experiment that had escaped from a medical facility. Because, really, his problems with technology were astounding. And it would explain with his parents hadn't wanted to let him go to Tokyo. Indeed, it would explain a lot.

But Eren Jäger was just a young man who clearly didn't give a shit about technology and liked to draw manga. Too bad for Erwin's theories.

Rico sighed and took some files out of her passenger bag. They were both full to their brim and Eren cocked his head as he tried to see what they contained. The woman smiled tightly at them and pushed one of the files, who had a big and red "Male Cast" written over it, towards the two men. The mangaka gaped a bit while he glanced at his editor to look for his approval. As Erwin was still busy remembering all the times where Eren had failed him with something related to technology or modernity, the blond didn't seem to notice Eren's insisting gaze and the brunette slightly coughed before he stretched a hand to open the file.

Some pictures fell from the file and Eren had to kneel on the floor to retrieve them. He observed the unknown faces in the pictures and understood that they were shots from the casting. He narrowed his eyes and swiftly went back to his seat, pushing aside the bangs falling over his eyes as he needed to see everything perfectly.

"Those two," Rico said as she pointed two of the fallen pictures that had been placed on the table. "What do you think of these two?"

Eren furrowed his eyebrows and observed the men's square jaw as well as their delicately plucked eyebrows. He racked his eyes on the nameless faces, feeling as if he had actually already seen them somewhere else.

"They won't do," he shook his head and began looking into the rest of the shots. Suddenly, he halted his search, his hand hovering over one of the pictures while he lightly gnawed on his lip. "This one... Do you have a video of his acting?"

"Let me see," Rico hunched over the table, cocking her head so she could see the actor's face and she pursed her lips. "Ah... This one, huh? He made quite an impression during his casting, he doesn't have much of charisma, though."

"Is that so?" Eren lowered his eyes on the shot and observed the amiable face with those gentle brown eyes.

Erwin observed him from the corner of his eyes and shuffled on his uncomfortable chair. He could already see the telltale signs of Eren's interest for the nameless actor. He then glanced at the picture. The blond raised a perplexed eyebrow while he took in the sight of the brown haired young man with a lot of freckles all over his face. Those were going to be a hassle to cover with makeup. But he had to trust the mangaka's insight on this. After all, the last time that he hadn't done it, it had ended with Eren hiding in some remote place of Japan and the adapted movie being extremely bad.

"So?" the editor asked with an overly sweet voice. "Do you have footage?"

Rico looked at him in silence and finally stood before she went out of the room and came back with a laptop in her hands. Silently, she clicked on the keyboard and pushed the laptop over Erwin and Eren's side. The two watched with rapt eyes the short video of the freckled man's casting.

The video ended after two minutes of footage and Eren cleared in throat after some seconds. The two adults looked at him with attentive eyes and the mangaka scratched nervously his neck.

"He'll be Herman," he announced.

"Eh?" Rico blinked and glanced from the picture to the mangaka's face before she rubbed her forehead with a heavy sigh. "Him? As Herman?"

"Yes," Eren nodded and looked back at the video. He pressed start and noticed details that he had overlooked on the first watch. "He has the mimics down to a notch and the smile is perfect."

"Wasn't Herman supposed to be blond and small?" Erwin asked with a puzzled look.

"He just has to wear a wig then," Eren shrugged.

"Right," Rico muttered while she suddenly perked up from her seat and narrowed her eyes. "So he is your Herman?" Eren nodded and she pursed her lips. "Then do you have a Hunter?"

The mangaka tilted his head and pensively held his chin in one hand while the other idly played with his bangs. "Yeah," he breathed as he briefly closed his eyes. "I do."

"And who might that be?" the woman inquired as she glanced at the pictures on the table.

Eren scowled and creaked open an eye to glare at the pictures. "He isn't there," he explained before he added under his breath, "that jerk..."

Erwin looked at him with disapproval before he suddenly remembered which actor had provoked such reaction from the mangaka. There was only one who came to his mind. The editor's blue eyes widened in surprise and he smiled fondly at the young man. If he was right with the name, then it meant that Eren had matured and accepted to push aside his petty resentment over an old feud.

"I'll call him," Erwin said as he looked for his phone in his jacket pocket. However he couldn't find it and he frowned, not remembering when he had last seen it.

"Here," Eren told him as he gave him his phone. "Thanks for showing me that, by the way."

"You're welcome," the editor smiled at his mangaka and he swiftly dialed the number.

This was going to be a long night but they had at least found two of the three main leads.

(◡‿◡✿)

When the morning came around, Erwin was escorting a droopy eyed Eren to his car. The young man was stumbling in front of his editor, sometimes even flailing his arms because he had slipped over nothing. Heavy and dark rings seemed to be permanently tattooed under his forest green eyes and the mangaka loudly yawned as Erwin took the highway (he drove slower than before so it was a small miracle for Eren).

But, just as Eren was falling asleep, the brunette felt something vibrate in his pocket and he furrowed his brows. In his drowsy state, he clumsily searched for whatever was vibrating in his pocket and slightly widened his eyes when he found Erwin's phone. There was a small message on the illuminated screen and Eren made a puzzled face when he read it.

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Who the fuck calls his protagonist Hunter Yeager? An idiot, that's who.]

Eren clicked his tongue in annoyance. While it was true that he had named his hero on a whim, he didn't like people dissing his characters for such a petty reason. Even more when it was people he knew.

But before he could insult his assistant in his head, the smartphone buzzed once again in his hand and he almost let it slip from his fingers. Luckily for him (as it was Erwin's loved phone), he didn't let it fall and Eren sighed in relief. Erwin glanced at him with a raised brow but the mangaka quickly asked him to keep his eyes on the road.

Erwin was going to kill him with that reckless driving if he kept looking at him and not at the road.

And it was soon proved true when the blond swore (loudly. And in German too) before he sharply turned the wheel and avoided by a single speck of dust an old lady strolling with her caddy. In fact, she was the only one awake at this early hour and Erwin made a point to tell her (once again, loudly and in German) that only crazy old coots like her got out of bed at such an ungodly hour.

Then, before the old lady could even retort to his tirade in German, Erwin speeded and made another sharp turn. The tires screeched on the asphalt and Eren gritted his teeth while he prayed for his soul. He was too young to die.

And, as Erwin continued speeding and the brown haired man felt his stomach do a somersault (it would totally have been graced by a golden medal at the Olympic Games), Eren remembered what had debuted all of this debacle.

So, the mangaka did the only thing to do. He glanced at Erwin's phone and gasped as if he had been suckerpunched.

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Seems like I have to explain myself to all of you little shits:]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Let's make it simple enough for your little pea-sized brains…]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: "Hunter" in English means what?]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: if you can't answer that one, I've lost hope in humanity…]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: (-)impetranotarock, thanks for proving that you do have a brain.]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Trickier now: "Yeager" in German means what?]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: (-)oluonotauruo: bite your tongue and bleed to death. Same for you, Shitty Glasses.]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Nobody took German in high school? I fear for Japan's future…]

And that was it.

Eren snorted, Levi's shitty humour was really appreciated if he believed all those fiery reply his assistant sent to those who bothered him (and they were a lot). But nobody had answered his last question and the brown haired man rolled his eyes.

"Come on," he muttered to himself as he considered answering it himself. "It isn't that difficult…"

Erwin didn't seem to hear his mutters and Eren finally decided to answer Levi's question. Mostly because he wanted to get back to his assistant after his insult to his characters. Eren didn't take it lightly at all when someone did it after all. And he had always been a rancorous kid back in his youth.

So Eren clumsily wrote the answer and lightly bit his tongue while he concentrated on which button he was supposed to click on to send his message. Finally, he found it and relaxed on the leather seat when it was done. His eyes slowly closed and he let out a satisfied sigh.

The smartphone violently buzzed and Eren was startled awake from his almost comatose state.

"W-what?" he blubbered nervously only to remember that he was still in Erwin's car and that his editor was dangerous right now so he better shut up if he wanted to see tomorrow.

So Eren shut up and glanced at the phone who had dared to shake him away from Morpheus' arms. What a pity because he really liked those arms. Even more when he had had two all-nighters and just wanted to sleep.

But there it was. The damned phone (and that quickly reminded Eren why he hated technology so much). The mangaka blearily dialed the password and was quickly rewarded by another of Levi's tweet.

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Goddammit, Bushybrows, are you still texting and driving? I won't go to your funeral if you die.]

Eren chuckled and decided to answer his assistant. Mostly because he was in Erwin's car and really needed to think of something else than how fast they were going.

[Erwin_Smith: erwin's driving but i'm the one texting.]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: Of fucking course, it had to be the shitty brat…]

[Erwin_Smith: ur point being?]

[Play_Ducking_Nice: I swear to god, Shitty Brat, if you don't type correctly, I'll kill you in your sleep!]

[Erwin_Smith: u cant, erwin will get mad cuz i havent finished yet chpter 15]

[HanjestheBomb: OMG! ARE YOU REALLY EREN JÄGER? IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN! PLEASE, LET ME HAVE YOUR FIRSTBORN!]

Eren chortled and suddenly noticed that the car had stopped. He blinked in surprise and glanced at Erwin. His manager was looking at him with a pleased smirk that didn't bode well with the younger man.

What could Erwin have in mind?

"I see that you caught the hang of tweeting," Erwin commented while his smile widened when he noticed Eren's nervous blush.

"Sorry about that," the mangaka muttered. "I used your account without asking first…"

"Doesn't really matter," Erwin shrugged and opened the door before he turned his head towards Eren and winked at him. "Follow me, you're going to like this."

The mangaka gulped and nervously got out of the car. His shivering legs almost faltered in his steps (but that was probably because he was still scared shitless from Erwin's reckless driving) but Eren quickly got over it and followed his manager.

The latter was standing just in front two automatic doors and he gave the brunette another wink before he went in the shop.

Eren actually was impressed that the shop was open when nobody sane was awake.
But then, if he had actually paid attention to where they had gone for this impromptu stop, the mangaka would have understood.

Eren got into the store and walked with wide eyes as he watched the endless aisles full of cellphones and a lot of technological stuff that he had never really understood nor wanted to.

He quickly joined Erwin and stood next to the blonde, looking with curiosity at the phone (that clearly wasn't his manager's, it was a glittery pink color for starters) that the man was observing with judging eyes.

"What was I supposed to like?" Eren asked as he furrowed his brows.

He had the annoying feeling that someone was looking insistingly at him and it made him shudder. The mangaka raked his hand through his long hair and winced when his fingers got stuck on some knots.

Gods, it was more than time to cut his hair.

Eren sighed and pensively bit his lips, he needed to finish the chapter fifteen before he could take a day off and actually go to a hairdresser's and get his hair cut (but winter was coming and having long hair could be a bonus… Decisions, decisions everywhere). And before he even did that, he had to survive another drive with Erwin (Eren felt his soul leave his body at that reminder).

"This," Erwin pushed the pink atrocity in the mangaka's hands and Eren blinked.

He looked down at the glittery pink smarphone and felt his breath hitch when he realized that his manager was taunting him.

"Very funny," he commented as he put the phone back on its place.

The feeling that someone was watching him came back and Eren shuddered. Erwin raised his (really big and bushy, not that Eren would ever tell him though) eyebrows and slightly pursed his lips while he glanced at something behind the mangaka.

"Come," the blond muttered as he put a hand on Eren's back and gently pushed him to another aisle.

They stopped in front of brand new tablets and Eren looked at them with starstruck eyes.

While it was true that he wasn't keen on every technologic gadget that everyone of his age frequently used, Eren did like tablets. Mostly because he used a graphic tablet for his manga (and Levi was always on his back nagging him that his tablet was way too old and was going to die on him during one of their deadline) and he liked its multifunctions.

"Choose one," Erwin told him with a bright smile.

Eren widened his eyes in surprise and he gaped at his manager.

While he had known Erwin for years (the man had been his manager since his first publication in Survey Corps and that had been when he was a snotty brat who thought he was the best thing since sliced bread), the man had never offered anything without something in his scheming little blond head.

Eren was pretty sure that Armin and him were distantly related. Also, he feared the day that those two would join their terrifying brains against him.
The world would be fucked. As simple as that.

So Eren decided to be prudent for once in his life and he carefully glanced at the tablets and then at his manager.

Seconds passed. The silence became unbearable and the brunet nervously gnawed on his dry lips.

"Why," he ended asking in a suspicious voice.

"Can't you really believe that I just want to celebrate your second adaptation by offering you a new tablet?" Erwin retorted with heartwarming smile.

Eren didn't buy it.

The young man scrunched his face in disbelief and tilted his head while he double-checked that nothing was wrong with the tablets.
Who knows, maybe Erwin had selected those tablets because he knew that they had a dysfonction.

The blond was a really petty man and Eren had learned it years ago after his little holiday in the mountains. (Actually, the mangaka was pretty sure that the man was still making him pay for all those horrible times he had to talk with his sister and try to calm her)

Erwin chuckled as he had noticed Eren's evident disbelief and he softly shook his head.

"It's mostly to get Levi off my back," he admitted with a small shrug. "He's always pestering me on your old tablet and that he don't want to have it die when you really need it."

"I don't believe you," Eren immediately retorted while he frowned. "That man can't say something like that. It's against his religion."

"Religion?" the blond repeated with an amused smile.

Seriously, Erwin was way too happy for someone who had went through an all-nighter. Eren was impressed.

"Satanism," the mangaka explained with a shrug. "But I'm also pretty sure that he's Satan's incarnation…Can be the two, though"

Erwin snorted.

The proud and Captain America's clone actually snorted and Eren raised his brows in shock while he watched his normally stern faced manager hid his face in his hands and giggle like a little boy.

"Come on," the blond said in between his chuckles. "Choose a tablet and let's get you home."

Eren scrunched his nose and made a face.

"Do I really have to?" he muttered as the memory of his assistant's annoyed face came to his mind.

"Yes," Erwin sternly told him once his laugh stopped. "Now choose a tablet, I still have to teach you how to use Twitter and pretty much every other social website."

Eren groaned as if he had been told that he was going to be tortured for the rest of his life. And carelessly selected one of the tablets (the cheaper because it wouldn't do if he chose the most expensive).

His manager swiftly took the tablet Eren had pointed and just as his hands had touched the box, a man jumped from another aisle and smiled widely at them.

"Do you need any help?" the salesperson chirped, making Eren flinch at such an overly happy tone so early in the morning.

"Not really," Erwin answered with a slight smile seconds before he narrowed his eyes and continued in a hushed voice. "But would you be kind enough to delete all the pictures you took of us?"

The salesman loudly gulped and quickly bobbed his head. He took his phone out of his pocket and Eren widened his eyes when he saw that the man had indeed taken shots of Erwin and him.

"Great," the blond's smile widened and he put a hand on the salesperson's shoulder. "Now, how about you give us a nice discount, I'm sure that your boss would agree…"

The salesman squeaked weakly and acquiesced once again.

'Indeed,' Eren thought as he followed the terrified salesman and the smirking manager. 'If Armin and Erwin ever joined their forces, we're fucked.'

(≖_≖✿)

Finally, after what had seemed to have taken years, Eren was back in the moving coffin that Erwin called car. His manager quickly went back to his crazy self (as always when he was behind the wheel) and the mangaka decided to force himself to sleep before he puked everywhere on the blond's leather seats.

Thus, he welcomed Morpheus' arms and sighed happily.

The ride home went without any problem and Eren grumbled when he was shook awake.

"Eren," Erwin told him in a soft voice. "You're home. Come on, get up and go to sleep."

The mangaka groaned and he blearily cracked an eye open before he clumsily got out of the car and almost fell on someone. Eren mumbled a vague sorry and hobbled to his home, his feet weighing more and more as time passed.

In fact, he stopped in front of the stairs to his apartment. He just couldn't find the strength in him to climb them and Eren seriously considered to just fall asleep there on the ground.

The brunette vaguely heard someone sigh and he was suddenly lifted on a fireman hold. A bony shoulder dug on his stomach and Eren spluttered, his eyes widening in surprise (and slight pain. That shoulder was really bony, okay?) while he suddenly realized that he wasn't standing.

"W-what?" he squeaked as the person holding him began to walk.

"Shut up," Eren felt the shoulder dig even more in his stomach and he immediately shut up.

Also, he may have wetted himself because the person who had spoken (and was holding him) was his terrifying assistant.

"You left the bathroom in a fucking mess," the latter growled as he kicked their door open with a foot.

Eren shrieked when he felt Levi's slightly stumble on his feet and scrunched his face in preparation of a painful fall. However, it didn't happen and the mangaka sighed in relief.

Levi kept walking towards Eren's bedroom and the brown haired man gave a small yelp when he was suddenly thrown on his bed.

"There," Levi muttered with an annoyed face (not that Eren could see it as he had his face full of his comforter). "I give you three hours, don't waste them."

"What?" the mangaka moaned pitifully. "That's not enough, Levi! I need more sleep!"

"Your fault," the assistant shrugged before he glanced at his nails and scowled. "Fucking filthy…"

"What are you? Satan?!" Eren screeched before he threw his pillow at Levi's face.

The latter caught it before it could even finish its course and his scowl worsened.

"I'll burn this," he coldly said as he shook the pillow (Eren's face paled in horror). "You have two hours and a half left, brat."

Eren moaned and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Satan!" he exclaimed with a shrilly voice. "You're fucking Satan and I don't know what I've done to deserve this!"

"You left a fucking mess in the bathroom," Levi amiably told him before he went out of the bedroom.

However, the assistant stopped at the door and turned his head to glare at Eren. He had his thin eyebrows knitted together and his lips were slightly pursed in his 'neutral' scowl as Eren had came to name it. (Levi had a lot of different scowls and Eren was pretty sure that they were his only way to express his feelings)

"What," the mangaka grumbled with what was clearly not a pout. Because he didn't pout. Of course.

"Eh," Levi scoffed with a small shrug. "You look like a shit, I was just wondering why Hanji found you cute."

Because Eren's brain was pretty slow after all those all-nighters and that he couldn't really decipher what his assistant's mumbles had been about, he merely blinked and cocked his head like a puppy. The fact that his big eyes were looking up at Levi and that his ruffled locks were falling lopsidedly on his face didn't help at all on making the assistant stop comparing the mangaka to a (cute) animal.
Not that Eren would ever know.

Levi scoffed another time and decided that it was more than time to take his first tea. He had recently bought some that actually tasted correct and he wanted to drink it.
Also, he really needed to stop looking at the brat when the latter was laying, still clothed (a miracle in itself) in his nicely tailored suit, on his bed and totally defenceless.
It was creepy and Levi didn't do creepy.

"Wait!" Eren exclaimed and the assistant stopped on his tracks.

"What now, Eren?" he grumbled before he looked at the brown haired man.

Oh.
Levi slightly widened his eyes and actually felt surprised at the blush on the younger man's face. The mangaka wasn't looking at him and his (lemon green) eyes were insistingly glaring at his blanket.

"You find me cute?" Eren whispered with a small voice.

Levi sighed and furrowed his brows.

"When did I say that," he tersely said. "I only said that I didn't understand why Hanji found you cute…"

"I've never met Hanji," the brunet mumbled.

"And you're fucking lucky, brat," Levi told him with all the sincerity he could muster. "They are batshit crazy."

Eren chuckled and he softly shook his head. His eyelids were slowly falling and Levi could actually pinpoint how he was falling asleep.

"So you don't find me cute," the mangaka stated as his eyes closed and a small sigh came through his parted lips.

"I find you fucking gross," Levi retorted with a grimace. "How can you leave such a mess in so little time? Do you know how much time it took me to clean your shit?"

Eren didn't answer him as he had fallen asleep and his assistant grumbled under his breath.

"Shitty brat," he muttered before he left the bedroom on his tiptoes.

Levi softly closed the door and raked a hand through his hair before his chest heaved as he sighed heavily.

He took his phone out of his pocket and began to type something before he put back his phone and walked to the kitchen.
Erwin had told him that the brat hadn't ate since he had left their home. And Levi couldn't have the brat starving when they still needed to finish the fifteenth chapter.

And just like that, the chapter ends. Levi totally doesn't care about Eren. As he totally didn't find him cute. And Eren should really sleep more if he want to understand that Levi totally digs him in a suit.
Also, Levi didn't give Eren a princess hold. I'm disappointed.

Next chapter will have a lot of Levi and Eren interacting and bickering. You can also follow me on tumblr as "snarky-goldfish" or with the tag "fic: romcom thingy"