Noticing Mikasa and Levi walk back into Starbucks, Eren looked up from his newly bought cup of coffee and said, "Mikasa, you just kind of chased after Mr. –uhm who again?- oh yeah, Levi all of a sudden. Did you need help with your work or some shit? Armin freaked and thought you died."

"I-I did not!" Armin spluttered.

"Sure you didn't," Eren smirked tauntingly.

Yeah, just as much of a brat as always.

"Eren," Mikasa gave him a motherly glare, before explaining, "I just remembered that you were failing history."

"Hey! Don't tell that to any random-"

"-so, I've asked Mr. Levi to tutor you."

Levi's eyes widened. Sure, Mikasa discussed this with him earlier on, but it was still a surprise hearing it in front of Eren. At that point in time, it didn't occur to Levi that he could be jailed for pedophilia if Eren reported him to the police if he couldn't control his uh, love for the other male.

"Wait, what the fuck makes you think I want tuition?"

Another glare from Mikasa. Levi sighed, there was really no fighting Mikasa over something like this. Eren would end up just geting his ass handed to him.

Sure, that was how things all began, but at that time, no one would have guessed that Eren and him would be in this kind of situation.

Eren, flushed and hair disheveled, lay on top of Levi in literally the most compromising position possible. Levi was frozen below him. His (somewhat active) reflexes from his previous life told him to catch Eren, but not fall with him.

And now, he was well and truly fucked.

It was the first day of Eren's (supposed) history tuition. Levi, who never taught anyone for any day of his life and was actually an ordinary office worker, had never been more thankful that he'd majored in History back in his schooling days. (The phrase "schooling days" reminded Levi that fuck, he was actually 34 and Eren was still what, 15?)

The second he stepped into Eren's room, his eye involuntarily twitched. There were very obvious signs of extremely last minute cleaning. (I mean, if Eren really wanted to cram dirty laundry in his desk drawer, at least make sure no socks or underwear were sticking out, geez.) But at the same time, Levi couldn't help but smile because it was so Eren (even if the bookshelf contained more figurines or whatever than books).

At first, Levi wondered why Eren's history textbook was beyond his reach on the bookshelf (not that Levi could reach it either, but this was Eren's room for fuck's sake. Shouldn't everything be within reach?) And so, while trying to reach for the textbook, Eren- as fucking uncoordinated as ever- decided to grab onto another book for support ("Eren, don't-!").

Needless to say, that was pretty much how Levi ended up in a panic attack under Eren because they were breathing each other's air and Eren's hair was fucking tickling his cheeks and Levi's heart was beating at twice the rate it would if he was land-bound with a hoard of titans chasing him.

The problem was less of Eren being on top of Levi than the fact that he was just staying there. Levi thought some deity was laughing at him from up above because of what situation he was in.

Oh, and did he mention that Eren was frozen above him, and literally did not move. This was the worst part, of course. If Eren just got the hell off of him, he'd be able to awkwardly brush the incident off as a mere accident. But now, Eren was simply pushing it.

Don't kiss him. Don't look into his eyes. Look away. Ah, how wonderful that dresser looks today. Fucking hell, is that Axe? Seriously? Okay goddamnit it's been, what, five fucking hours, Eren just-

"Uh, Eren, could you-"

Eren didn't respond, but Levi swore his gaze had flitted to his lips.

Oh fuck it.

And so, Levi tilted his chin up and slanted their lips together.

Eren rested his head against the outside of his apartment door, groaning. He'd sprinted out of his house after a loud "What the fuck was that?" and shoving Levi away. How the hell had things turned out like that anyway?

For some reason, when Eren was above Levi, he'd felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if something similar had happened before. Unconsciously, he found himself staring at Levi's lips. The kiss was utterly unexpected, though. Sure, he did think that his sudden new history tutor was really, really attractive, but he never expected them to kiss.

The problem with it all was that Eren didn't even hate the kiss. He had kissed girls before, but they had almost no effect. But with Levi's kiss, it was different. Eren didn't know what it was, but the kiss simply felt, and that was the worst part.

He brushed his fingers over the lips, feeling the skin which met Levi's burn. He rested his head in his hands. Eren was definitely not blushing, it was just a really hot day or something (even in the middle of fall). And the pounding in his chest was just because of the shock. Yeah, that's it. Nothing more to it.

"You fucked up, didn't you?" Mikasa sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Yeah."

"Spill it. What did you do this time? Eren is much quieter now."

"I kissed him."

Needless to say, Mikasa was pissed, but at least by the end of the (long) lecture, Mikasa agreed to let Levi meet Eren again to apologise.

Eren perked up at the sound of his room door opening. He'd shut himself in his room ever since the kiss, spending most of his time trying to convince himself that his tutor was just a pedophile and he definitely did not enjoy the kiss.

"Hey, Eren. Levi- uh, Mr. Levi, is here to apologise."

Eren's eyes widened. He was so not ready for this confrontation. He glared at the short older man entering his room, if only to distract himself from the sudden increase in the pace of his heartbeat.

As much as he hated to admit it, Eren felt the heat rising to his cheeks when he saw the really flustered history tutor leaning against his doorframe. Unconsciously, he let himself think that the light tinge of pink on Levi's cheeks was cute, but quickly slapped himself back to sanity.

"Hey, uh, brat-"

"I'm not a brat."

"Tch, Eren," Levi corrected, "Look, I'm sorry. It was an asshole thing to do and I won't do it again so-"

"Yeah, okay, but why? Why did you kiss me in the first place?"

Fuck.

"Levi!" Petra chastised the male who had just recounted the whole ordeal to his ex-squad and Erwin (or rather, he just told Petra. The others were eavesdropping.)

Levi wished he didn't even bother coming to work.

"I know how hard it must be on you that Eren doesn't remember you, but even worse than kissing him, you defend yourself by saying, 'You were looking at my lips anyways, so isn't that what you wanted?' You really need to learn to deal with your pride if you want this to work out, okay?" Petra sighed.

"Well what the fuck was I supposed to say? 'Oh by the way, Eren, we were actually in love in our previous life that seemingly came out of your history book but then we all died and were reborn to modern day life'?" Levi muttered sarcastically.

Erwin decided that he should probably step in, so he did. "Levi, you can still accept my invitation."

Levi looked up, "Fuck no. The only reason I agreed was because even a trip to the conference with you was better than staying in this shithole but I didn't meet Eren yet at that time."

"He doesn't remember you, Levi. You should move on," Erwin insisted.

"No, Shitwin."

Seeing as Levi wouldn't budge, Erwin eventually gave up.

Levi parked his car in front of Maria High, chuckling humorlessly at the sheer coincidence of the school name. He grimaced as he re-read his latest text from Mikasa.

Levi,

I need you to pick Eren up from school. He forgot his wallet. Armin and I have some shit on. Don't bother complaining. I know you'll do it anyway.

Mikasa

Levi groaned, partially because Eren was an idiot but mostly because he actually did come. Whatever, if the brat's late then I'm leaving.

As expected, Eren was late. But also as expected, Levi didn't leave, and left the car to look for the idiot instead. Of course, Levi had literally no idea where he was going so he just wandered around the school grounds.

As he neared a corner, he heard familiar voices hushed in discussion.

"Oh? Eren, is this true?" a voice taunted.

"Ymir, don't be awful!" a smaller voice scolded.

Ymir and Christa.

"I-It's not true!" another voice spluttured.

Eren.

"But you were blushing and daydreaming the whole day! You didn't even realize the teacher was talking to you 'till she slammed your desk," a female voice added, while eating something.

Sasha, maybe?

"Yeah! Since you were like that the whole day, it's only natural that we would think that," a male voice added, and Levi swore he could hear the grin in his voice.

Bald guy.

"Yeah, right. As if anyone would go out with you, Eren," another male chimed in snidely.

"Jean, that's rude."

"Yeah, horseface. Impossible things have been happening ever since you managed to get laid," Eren retorted.

Jean and Marco, probably? I think he's the one Mikasa was talking about.

There was some sounds of Eren and Jean about to punch each other but they were pulled apart by someone. A quiet voice said, "Don't bother about them, Eren. I think you should confess."

Confess?

A rougher voice added, "Yeah. I mean, it worked for Bert and me. Either way, he's been your best friend for years, right. I'm sure Armin would like you too."

Armin…?

At that moment, the growing pain in his chest got too much for him to bear, and Levi quickly turned and left.

But oh, if only he had waited just a minute longer, then he would've heard Eren murmur, "But Armin isn't the one I like."