A/N) Sorry it took me so long to actually update! I didn't even really realize it! So, yeah! I know it's been like a month now, and I feel like a real heel guys. I'm so sorry! So here is a chapter, and as an apology I have another chapter that I will update tomorrow sometime tomorrow in my afternoon. I apologize but I need some time to fine tune. You writers all know how it goes. Hopefully, I can get back on track with this, and start updating more frequently. I love you guys and thank you so much for the support! You are all the best.

Eren felt like his brain was going to melt. He was pretty sure that the information that he needed to know for this test, was never covered in class. Tests always made him feel really stupid. He barely squeaked through midterms, and he was hoping, praying, that he could squeak through these finals. Sex with Levi was at stake here! He liked the project classes much better. He did them on his own time, and just walked in, turned it in, and prayed for the best. It was much better than sitting in the complete silence of a classroom, or being in class with a bunch of smart kids who finish in ten minutes, while you are the last one in the class using the whole time, and still not being sure if you passed. He wasn't really stupid, he was just bad at tests. It was like, no matter how much he studied, his brain just leaked out important information. And he hated it. Thank god his day was almost over, all that was left was his art project.

Eren was sitting at the coffee shop, banging his head against a book at one of the tables. It was stupid to be studying for tomorrow, but he could use every minute of studying right now.

"You might kill what brain cells you have left, if you keep that up." Hange said, taking a seat next to him.

Eren stopped, and looked up "Hey Hange." He couldn't quite look the bespectacled person in the eyes after that...incident.

"Haven't really seen you since the gallery. How have you been?"

"I'm fine...just busy. You know, finals and all."

"Don't I know! Ugh! I swear my grad teachers are trying to kill me! Or turn me crazy! All my finals are today!" Hange laughed like a crazed person.

"Too late, I think." Eren muttered.

"Shut up! So, psychiatry tells me there is a reason you can't look at me. What's up?"

"I don't really want to talk about it." His ears went pink.

"Come on Eren. Don't over stress yourself. Tell future doctor Zoe all about it."

Eren had to back them into a corner. To get them off his back "Tell me your birth gender."

"Deal!"

Eren stared, mouth agape. He sputtered around trying to find words.

Hange laughed "You asked correctly. If it will put your mind at ease, I'll tell you. But tell me your problem first."

With a completely red face, he fessed up to hearing his sister having sex with them. He actually felt better, and could look Hange right in the four eyes. He stood up after looking at his watch. Almost time for his last final of the day "I have to jet. Thanks a lot, future doctor."

"You're welcome." They stood and stretched "I have to go study." They turned to leave, but then stopped "oh yeah. My birth gender, well I'll say this, for awhile I felt like a dick girl." They walked out, leaving Eren to process what he had heard. He went through every possible answer, but it still came up with a dual gendered assumption

"Dammit Hange! that answered nothing!" He growled on his way to class, and he could swear he heard their cackle in the wind.

Eren stepped into the art room holding a covered canvas. He found the easel by Ian's desk empty, meaning everyone else was making finishing touches. He walked over, and set his canvas up.

Professor Dietrich eyed Eren curiously "Not even going to give it a once over?"

Eren shook his head. He had confidence in his piece. He agonized over every detail to get it just right. The theme was to take a picture of something, anything at all, and draw it with any medium. Eren had asked Levi for a picture of his dick, but that earned him a smack upside his head. Totally worth it, until Levi got him back last night. He pulled the cover off. Clipped in the corner was the same portrait up on the canvas. Eren was bent over with his arms around Levi with a big happy smile, while Levi was looking away with slightly pink cheeks. It was a picture of them that Eren cherished. He did his portrait with water colors, his preferred medium.

Ian looked it over "Definitely the same portrait. Nice use of colors. This is you and your boyfriend right?"

Eren nodded happily, ignoring the shocked looks from other students in the room. He would shove his picture in front of everyone's face, just so everyone could see how hot his boyfriend was.

"This really is A plus work Eren. You're a natural. Listen, if you want to extend upon your art, I would love to see you in my advanced classes next semester."

Eren was shocked. That class was invitation only. Only serious art majors got in that class. Then he remembered he had picked a major "Yes! I'd love that. I'm actually switching to major in art!"

"That's great, Eren. See you next year!"

Eren left the canvas uncovered, and walked out making sure everyone could see how cute they looked, before walking out. When the door closed, he stomped his feet and did a happy dance. He had to text Levi

'Passed art for sure! Just got invited to advanced art next year!'

He got no reply, but Levi was probably busy. When he got to his dorm, Armin was thrilled for him, as was Mikasa.

He basked in his pure glow of happiness. Everything was coming up buttercups! Life was going great for him. Until he looked over, and saw Armin blushing, and obviously texting Erwin. He looked at his phone, and realized Levi hadn't even called him.

"Armin, ask Erwin if he knows what's going on with Levi."

It came up with an indefinite answer. Now Eren was worried. He calmed himself down, and went to go see if his old man just went home, and fell asleep from exhaustion and never saw his text. Or just didn't respond.

"Be safe Eren!" Armin called out "let us know if you find him, Erwin is worried now too."

He felt bad making his friends worried like that. He shook it off, and began the drive to Levi's, or well, their place. Traffic was insane. It wasn't even rush hour. As he kept driving, he noticed what caused the hold up. It was an accident, a pretty bad one. Eren thought nothing of it, until he saw a familiar cherry red mustang, crumpled up, and his blood ran cold. He couldn't breathe. He saw a police man directing traffic, and rolled his window down. In the calmest voice he could manage he said "Excuse me sir, but was a Levi Ackerman involved in this accident? I've been looking for him all day ." He tried to make himself sound business like.

"Yeah, hit by a drunk driver. Driver died on impact. Mr. Ackerman was taken up to the Trost General Hospital."

"Th-thank you."

Eren had to pull over, and he cried, hard. He had to pull himself together. He looked up to search for his phone to get a support team at the hospital, when he noticed the other car. That disgusting green colored, piece of shit jalopy. The other driver, the one who hit Levi, the one who died, had been his dad. Eren laid his head on the steering wheel, as fresh wave of guilt and tears began to pour out again.

Even if he hated his father, he would never wish death upon him. But wasn't it just like him to fuck up his life in death? He trembled in anger, but just started to cry again. Once he was under control, he called up Armin first.

A/N) I regret nothing...kind of.