Hello everyone! I am guessing you weren't expecting this : from now on I have officially decided that Sunday is going to be my chap day, meaning new chap every Sunday! : D with 1000 words or more. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, as I will remind you guys again, that this is a slow develop story~~ Thank you!

12:34 PM (Levi's POV)

I was casually walking to my mundane school, which had started off without me. I was the one who was always on time and who was an extreme neat-freak, but just for today, I couldn't give any concern for my tardiness. I, the especially sensitive germaphobe, couldn't care less about getting on top of a man whom I had never seen before. I couldn't care about being late for my third block, even if it was for the first time in as long as I had lived.

Heck, I actually never did bother about being late for school, but never really had a chance to be late. That felt like being a rebel, the part in me that always went ahead of itself. Only for today, I thought to myself, and I will move on from this memory. That was a onetime thing, and it will never happen to me again. Who cares if I met a man who captivated me with his eyes? Not me, I suppose. But why am I acting like this all of a sudden? What was it that made me feel this way? Am I missing something, I wondered. Am I forgetting something?

Then I suddenly came to a stop in my path to school and detoured, taking a seat on a bench outside the park. Then something hit me as I felt my symptom as a germaphobe coming. I felt a little bit itchy and disgusted, but I knew myself that wasn't the usual symptom. So I waited a little bit longer, hoping for a symptom. Then after a few seconds, I instantly got up from the grotesque bench feeling sick and queasy. This was the symptom I was looking for, but in an undesirable situation. Afraid of my following symptoms, I ran to my apartment block. I ran till I was breathless, and ran until my legs felt like they were breaking down. Sweaty and gross, I halted in front of my front door and pulled out my key, which were clearly dirty, with my hands. Then I opened the door, closing and locking it, all with my own hands, I said,

"Today is the most rotten day I have ever felt."

Then without a moment to lose, I ran to the bathroom, locking it, I undressed myself throwing the 'thing' on the floor as I turned on the water faucet in desperation. I had the feeling that I was going to spend a long time in here and possibly for the whole night, cleaning myself. The man, who called himself Eren, was not the cure, but a poison.

12:50 PM (Eren's POV)

Sixteen minutes have passed making the raw cookies into a nice shape, and then after those sixteen minutes of hard work, I put my cookies in the oven and clicked on the timer.

"Mikasa, the cookies are going to be ready soon. So sit down, will you?" I glanced at my sister who was lying on the floor continuing to play games.

"Shut up Eren, I'm almost at my high score." Mikasa said agitated as I saw her fingers swiping across the screen.

"Alright than, Mikasa do what you want." I said giving in to her childish act.

I heard the door bell ring as I was reaching for two cups to make coffees with.

"Yes? Who is it?" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Who could it be, idiot? You don't have anyone except for us, remember?" Mikasa said tauntingly.

Me, who was a peaceful man and had nothing to do with a child said, "Oh yeah? How could you be so sure about that? What if it's a mailman, or a milk delivery man? What would you do then, huh?" Besides, I thought to myself, you and Armin are busy every day since both of you are teachers.

"Oh, yeah sure Eren, if that isn't Armin, I'll eat my own words." Mikasa said holding up her hands as a pinky promise.

"I don't need that as a proof, Mikasa." I said while reaching for the front door. At last the truth will be revealed, I thought to myself.

"Hey, how's it going Eren?" Nope. I was wrong. It was Armin. Armin who is my brother-in-law, who has golden brown hair that is gelled back, and a pair of crystal blue eyes that were hiding behind fashionable black glasses. Other than that, he has a job as a science teacher, mirroring Mikasa's job as a preschool teacher. Armin was taller than me and Mikasa, which was weird since I couldn't remember Armin being that tall back when we were younger. Oh well, I thought to myself. Who cares? I should be glad Armin's with us. Size doesn't mean anything, really.

"See? I told you Eren, it is Armin. I told you I am always right." Mikasa said ever so sarcastically laughing at the same time. Since when did she get so close to me without making a sound?

"What is this? Did Eren lose a bet or something?" Armin joined in the conversation hoping for a good gossip.

"No, no, no, no, no. You don't really need to know, Armin. Come on inside. Isn't it getting chilly out now?" I said, as it was the truth. The wind was coming back.

Chuckling between the words, Armin said, "Alright Eren, whatever you say. Excuse my interruption."

As Armin entered the kitchen he said, "Hmm… Eren, are you baking something? It smells very good in here."

While taking Armin's heavy coat I said, "Yup, Mikasa asked me for the usual again so… I decided why not? And if you don't mind, feel free to take them all."

"Oh, that's no trouble at all. You know how much Mikasa loves your cookies, and well, everything you make." Armin said and smiled while taking a seat next to Mikasa, who nodded silently along Armin's words.

Then before I could protest it was nothing at all, the timer rang in the kitchen, where I immediately went after hanging Armin's coat. The cookies were ready to go.

-X-

1:04 PM (narrator ver.)

Three empty mugs and small white plates that were decorated with small white flowers were laid with slight clunks in each one of them. They were then poured with amber black coffee that intensified the aroma of coffee beans as soon as it touched the bottom of the cold glassy empty mugs. It was then what Eren thought, the moment of peace. Followed by his wonderfully brewed coffee, Eren put on his oven mitt, and distributed his wonderfully baked golden brown cookies that were in the shape of a rabbit. Mikasa, Armin and Eren who had completed their wait to consume their marvelous lunch chorused,

"Thank you for the meal."

Then they started to move their hands toward the white decorated plates, enjoying every bite and drink of Eren's freshly brewed coffee. After their lunch, Mikasa and Armin grabbed their coat, and headed outside, where it was now brutally cold.

"Thank you again, Eren for allowing us to take one of yours delicious cookies." Mikasa said bowing down slightly while holding the bag that were filled with still warm cookies.

"I am just glad you liked it, and thank you for coming, despite your busy schedule." Eren said politely as he can, overjoyed inside he could meet Armin and Mikasa again in person.

Then Armin and Mikasa met their obsidian black and baby blue eyes. Before Eren could react, He was met with the warmest, and the nicest hug he felt everyday when he was young. Ah, Eren thought, this is a family. He felt truly protected when he was in their embrace, and soon he knew that they needed to say their farewell again. Walking in their own paths deciding their own life, Eren knew it wasn't always exactly a good thing to be an adult. But alas, he waved his hand good bye after the friendly hug, and slowly closed his now heavy metal front door after he saw his lovely family member driving further and further away from his apartment complex.

Eren was sad. There was no other way to describe this man's feeling since he was sad, and nothing more. He was sad that he couldn't hug Mikasa and Armin back. He felt depressed he could only wave goodbye. He was filled with regret that he couldn't remember the good times when he was still young, and now he hated himself more than ever. But he was somehow held back from his own hatred of himself when he thought of the young mysterious boy, the one he met at the park that was shrouded with cold, damp greenness, but a place where it was pinned with the brightest light wherever it was possible. Then Eren wondered what this boy, Levi, was doing right now, and if he was thinking about the park, just like him.