Summary: Eren has his needs and Rivaille doesn't like to indulge him... Sort of... No, not really.
"Pleeeeeaaaaassseee! I just HAVE to get it!" Eren begs, kneeling down and clutching at the elder man's leg.
"I said no, Eren and when I say no, I mean it!" Rivaille says as he leers at the boy, trying to shake him off his leg.
"But Rivaille-san, you never get me anything!" He whines as he snuggles into the man's leg, arms wrapping around it tighter.
Rivaille glares at him full-on, "Who pays for the food that you eat, the water that you drink, the clothes that you wear and the house that you live in?"
Eren's silenced and his hold on Rivaille's leg slackens. "That's right, it's me. Now shoo, go away and study, or something." He says as he shakes off Eren and lounges at the living room.
Disappointed, Eren trudges to his room, contemplating over how to earn money.
A week later, Eren goes to school, slightly depressed that today was the day the game 'Shingeki no Kyoudai' was to be released. Everyone that he knew would either be getting the game after school or have the game already and since he doesn't really have the money, he can't buy the game anytime soon.
After school, he goes home depressed, bruised and in trouble. (Really, it wasn't his fault he punched Jean, he was the one bragging about the game)
Sighing, he opens the door and takes off his shoes. "I'm back." He calls languidly and enters the living room, flopping directly on the sofa. "Yeah, yeah. Welcome back. Stop lazing around there and get cleaned up." came Rivaille's voice and Eren grunts before complying.
He drags himself up the stairs and into his room. He sets his bag on the table and notices a plastic bag lying on it. He picks it up and eyes the plastic. That was odd, he didn't seem to remember leaving anything aside from his books on his desk. He peers inside the bag and squeals.
It was the new 'Shingeki no Kyoudai' game and he feels something welling up inside him. He runs down the stairs and almost trips along the way. He races through the halls and into the kitchen where he finds Rivaille and back hugs him.
"R-Rivaille-san- that-"
"You did well on your part time job and it's not like your grades are bad so I decided to at least reward you for that." Rivaille says, not bothering to look back nor to shake Eren off but instead, continues on cooking tonight's supper.
"But Rivaille-san, you're already doing a lot for me! I know, I'll pay you! I don't have enough money yet but I'll pay you back for sure!" The man elbows him in return and he's down and rubbing his aching stomach in less than a second's time.
"First you're asking me for things and when I give them to you, you don't accept them!? Just what the hell is wrong with you, brat?" Eren flinches as the man turns off the stove and glares at him, his frilly pink apron not at all diminishing his scariness.
The pain in his stomach was slowly fading away and so he sits on his knees and looks down at the floor. "Is it really okay for you to be spoiling me this much?"
Rivaille (not so gently) presses his heel onto Eren's thigh. "Didn't I say so already?" And Eren squeals once more, hugging Rivaille's leg tightly.
"Rivaille-san, I love you so much!"