The next day was the same, and so was the day after that. I somehow always ended up waiting for him to walk by the lonely lamp, pretending not to notice the wide grin which adorned his face whenever he saw me. Then he would walk home, and I would follow- not because I liked him or anything, of course, but purely because I wanted food.

I didn't count the days, but quite a few passed before something different happened. Which happened to be today.

Because as I sat next to the lamp, gazing at the long shadow of the tree in front of me splayed across the ground, I saw human shadows approaching me. Not one, but three.

I glanced up from the ground to see the shitty brat with two unknown humans that I did not and will never wish to get to know or interact with.

"Levi!" He called in his usual cheery voice. Thoroughly displeased by the appearance of additional humans, I swish my sleek tail and walk nimbly away from the three. Behind me, I hear a girl's voice asking him whether I was his cat, and a boy's voice, although higher in pitch, commenting that I was cute.

Excuse me, you two. I would like to point out that first of all, I am not his cat; he is my shitty brat. And second, I am not cute. I am manly as hell.

I chose the mature decision to refrain from chewing their feet off, and sprint off in the direction of anywhere but his house, wanting to have absolutely nothing to do with those two tremendously discourteous creatures.

I wandered around the confusing jumble of streets for a while, narrowly missing a few speeding cars. The roads were dirty, and I did my best to weave out f the way of especially dirty patches.

Eventually, when the sun had set and the burning red sky was replaced with a placid navy speckled with silver, I gave in to the whining of my stomach and decided to head home.

I saw light streaming out from his room when I got there, attracting an assorted variety of moths and geckos. Swatting languidly at them with my tail, I perched on the windowsill and observed that the two unidentified humans were still with Eren. Sighing, I give up evading their presence and leap down onto the bed, glaring at the humans on the floor who were discussing some exceptionally intricate thing seemingly called algebra. In the midst of their conversation, one of the humans – a girl with black hair and a large amount of lip gloss – smiled at me and reached her hand up to pat me in between the ears. She didn't quite get there obviously, and I'm sure ten years from now she will still have the scars from the bite marks I left on her finger. She was probably filthier than that brat, god.

The two finally left when the hands of the weird round object on the wall were pointing directly opposite each other vertically. I glowered at Eren, trying to tell him that it was rather unwise of him to bring his humanoid creatures along with him. And also to hurry up with my food.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." He said apologetically when I didn't stop glaring at him even when he placed the tuna down onto the floor for me to eat. "We had to do a group project due tomorrow. Oh, and Levi, you shouldn't bite people, yeah?"

But shitty brat, that girl seriously deserved that. It was like she wanted me to bite her.

But I stop glaring at him and focus on the delicious fish, feeling my stomach growling as the scent wafted to my nostrils.

As I began chewing on the mouth-watering dinner, he began tossing out various odd objects from his bag.

I sniffed one of them which had fallen close to me, and scrunched up my nose. They smelt dreadfully disgusting.

Eren chuckled at my disgusted expression. "These are paint, Levi." He explained, picking one up and squeezing out a drop of vivid blue onto a wooden pallet. "You use them to paint."

Whatever they were, I didn't like them.

Once I finished my tuna, I hopped up onto the bed, and as I groomed myself I saw the brat pull out a white canvas board and start brushing over lightly with a weird stick. I paused my cleaning to stare curiously. That stick looked fucking sharp.

I soundlessly leapt off the bed and scooted closer to him so I could see what he the fuck he was doing. The white canvas was not so white anymore, etched everywhere with grey lines. The lines formed something resembling… me.

"School project." The brat grinned. "Paint something you love."

Well shitty brat, clearly this is one-sided love.

I watched him ruining the whiteness of the canvas for a while longer, but feeling my eyelids grow heavy I curled up right next to where he sat, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. The scraping noises from the sharp stick faltered once in a while, and in those moments of comfortable stillness his hand would reach out to tickle lightly on my head.

As I dozed off, I didn't mind it.