Chapter 7

Tuesday

Eren sat quietly at the lunch table, trying not to get caught looking for Levi (to no avail).

"Eren, what are you doing?"

One of his two best friends, Mikasa, spoke up after about ten minutes of watching him scan the room skittishly.

Mikasa, in Eren's opinion, despite being a girl, was very pretty. He'd always thought that if he'd been straight, he totally would have fancied her. Instead, since he was very not straight, she felt like more of a sibling to him.

He sometimes performed the role of overprotective brother, like he often did with Isabel. Mikasa had many admirers, one of which being Jean, and he felt as though he should shield her from them.

That horse-faced prick can back the fuck off.

She was of Asian descent, Japanese to be exact. Her black, silky hair was cut into a choppy bob that ended halfway down her neck and her dark grey eyes were framed by long lashes.

Mikasa had beautiful, clear skin, with soft and full lips. She was gorgeous, in every sense of the word.

"I heard you got punched by Annie yesterday because you stood up for some random idiot who upset her, is that true?" She had that look in her eye which Eren knew meant that she wasn't just asking for an answer, she was demanding one.

"Well, yeah, I did, but it was an accident. He didn't deserve to be attacked, and I just happened to be walking out when she punched me instead of him. It was purely coincidental, honestly."

He knew he was doing a pretty shit job of explaining himself, but luckily, Mikasa seemed to back down when she sensed that he was telling the truth.

"Is your face alright, Eren? It looks a little...sore..." Armin asked quietly, concern lacing his tone.

Armin was Eren's other best friend. He was shorter than most, wore his hair in a blonde bob (similar to Mikasa's), and had extraordinarily bright blue eyes. He was an intelligent bookworm, and Eren valued his friendship more than anything.

Eren hadn't really had many friends back in elementary school, mainly due to his over eager nature, and his quick-to-ignite temper.

Armin had come up to him one day and just sat with him because he apparently looked lonely, and they hadn't looked back since.

Mikasa had joined their friendship not long after, having become protective of them after Eren had defended her from racist bullies (not that she had really needed protecting, but it was the thought that counts.)

"Honestly, it's fine, it doesn't even hurt that much anymore." He knew he sounded a little over defensive, but it was simply because he felt proud of himself.

He had managed to protect Levi, so a small "battle wound" as proof of that was well worth it. That's how he saw it anyways.

He felt his phone buzz in his hand, alerting him that he had received a message.

Levi: You're welcome to come and have lunch in the music room with my friends and I, if you'd like to. Your friends are welcome to come too, of course.

Eren's face lit up momentarily, before he fully considered the situation.

He knew, that if he suddenly deserted his friends, they'd be upset with him, but if he took them with him, they'd embarrass him brutally.

He'd never shown interest in anyone before, and so he had no idea how they would react to meeting someone he liked. He assumed that they would tease him, since they seemed to love doing that.

He sighed under his breath and sent back a brief apologetic reply.

Eren: Wud luv 2 but cnt 2day, sry! Rain check? :)

Levi: Of course, not a problem. I understand that it was a little short notice. Another time then. Talk to you later.

Eren ignored Armin and Mikasa's conversation, and sulked quietly at the missed opportunity of almost getting to have another date with Levi.


Wednesday

Eren: Hi! How was ur day 2day? ^u^

Levi: Complete shit. Although, seeing your text has made it ten times better.

Eren flushed at the blatant flirting and quickly sent back a reply.

Eren: Dat sucks, I'm glad dat I cud make u feel bttr tho :D

Levi: How about you? Did you have a good day?

Eren: Yh, was ok I s'pose, the coach was so mean, told me to do lengths AGAIN. He made us train long n hard 2day 4 no reason.

Levi: Your training isn't the only thing that's long and hard.

Eren's mouth dropped open, his jaw hanging slack at the obvious innuendo.

How the hell do I reply to that?! I could flirt back again? That seemed to work last time.

Eren: O rly? So ur hard rite now? ;)

He waited anxiously for a reply with bated breath.

Levi: Uh...well, I was actually referring to my shift at Trost last night. What were you talking about?

Eren could practically sense the smirk that Levi was probably wearing right now.

That fucking asshole.


Thursday

Eren: Image.

Eren: Image.

Eren: Image.

Levi unwillingly opened the messages, met with Eren's physically pleasing face once again.

This had been going on for about three hours.

Yes.

Three. Motherfucking. Hours.

Eren had called it "payback" for his supposed sass. Personally, he didn't see what he'd done wrong. He had never claimed to have a likeable personality.

Eren: Image.

"Fuck off," he growled, and threw his phone at the other end of the couch.

The worst part about it was that he loved every photo.

They were all selfies of Eren pulling varied expressions at the camera. Some made Levi smile with amusement, such as the one with his tongue stuck out, others gave him a warm feeling in his abdomen.

For example, the last one he'd just sent was him lying down on his bed, pouting at the camera similar to how a model would. He was shirtless. His eyes seemed to smoulder at him.

Well, fuck.

Levi decided that he had had enough.

Levi: Eren, come on, that's enough now.

Eren: r u gonna say sry?

Levi: No. I didn't do anything wrong. How about you stop being such a camera whore instead?

Eren: ffs Levi, ur such a pain in the ass 2 talk 2 smtimes.

Levi paused.

He really shouldn't.

But Eren had insulted him, and he wasn't about to back down.

Not a damn chance.

Levi: I can think of something else that's quite a "pain in the ass."

Eren: Not fallin 4 dat agen. Bet ur gonna say u ment ur work or smthin.

Levi: Actually, I was talking about fucking, but I suppose that's also true.

Eren: Fuck u.

Levi: You wish.

Levi smirked.

Round one and two to Levi.


Friday 6:00am

Levi groaned loudly, pulling his pillow over his head.

It's early. Way too fucking early.

His phone pinged again, alerting him for the second time that he'd received a message.

So that's what woke me up. I swear to god if this is that shitty four eyed fucker, I will fucking end her.

Levi lazily reached over and brought his phone to his face, wincing as the bright light of his screen attacked his sleep-filled eyes. He sat up sharply as he read the notification, holding his head and grunting as the room spun.

Eren: Gud Mornin! I hope u hav a gr8 day! Cnt w 2mrrw :)

Levi blinked down at the message. He refused to acknowledge that his heart had fluttered and his breath had caught in his throat as he read it.

Today is going to be a good day.


Friday 10:00pm

Eren: Image.

"Again? Seriously Eren? Do you even have a life?" Levi sighed and opened the message.

It was a picture of Eren grinning widely while holding a visibly appetising plate of cake - which made Levi's mouth water—with a comment attached to it.

Eren: I shud b a baker or smthin. Dnt it look rly gud?

Levi: Looks tasty. Isn't it a little late for cake though? Make sure to chew your food properly. We wouldn't want you choking again on something that's hard to swallow.

Eren: R u fukin kiddin me? Wat is it wiv u an innuendos?

Levi: Don't deny it, you love it really.

Eren: Never.

Levi smirked smugly as he pulled his duvet closer to his chest.

Another round to me.

He doesn't stand a chance.

I. Am. Fucking. Awesome.


Notes:

Hello Minna!
Here is Chapter 7 ^^
Levi's sassy texts were amazing to write.
The many innuendoes were mostly brought to you by my Waifu / Beta :3
(Cause I am a failure at thinking up sexual innuendoes)
Anyways, all reviews and suggestions are welcome!
Until Next Time!