Levi spent the entire day just vigorously cleaning his home. He wasn't even cleaning the make his house presentable- he was just scared shitless that the damn brat was coming over. He wondered how the night would play out- he was absolutely terrified about what Eren would say to him about how he really felt. He imagined Eren saying how much he feared Levi, even though Eren had said numerous times Levi simply intimidated him. Levi had this nagging desire for constant reassurance that he wasn't scaring Eren. He didn't know why it mattered so much to him- normally he actually wanted people to fear him. It helped prevent him from getting too attached to anyone. It helped him keep himself from getting hurt if he lost his friends. He really only had one friend, and she was annoying as fuck. She was CRAZY as fuck. Levi kept replaying the scene over and over in his head- Eren telling Levi off, shaking and not meeting his gaze. He knew it wasn't likely to happen, but he knew it wasn't impossible. Levi suddenly stopped cleaning the windows, realizing how pathetic he was being. He was obsessing and worrying over NOTHING. He had to keep reminding himself he invited Eren over, not the other way around. He wasn't looking to impress Eren, simply to talk about what was between them- or rather, find out what was going on between them. Levi sighed gently, putting down the rag and untying his bandana. This is ridiculous, he thought. I'm acting like a damn fool. He folded the rag and put it on top of his table, where a simple, white tea set sat. He looked outside to see the sun outside setting beneath the walls, an orange, pink and purple glow reflecting against the clouds that littered the sky. Eren was going to be coming over soon, and Levi needed to RELAX. He had a handle on things. He was the commander and he had to act like it.
He needed to remember that.

Eren walked outside of his home, Mikasa and Armin calling their "see you later"'s. Eren felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. His Squad Leader invited him over to his house. Fear and Excitement fought inside his chest, both conflicting one another, pulling him in two different directions at the same time. It was NOT helping his nerves, added to the fact, that he didn't know how long he would be over there. Woudl it be a few minutes? Hours? All night? Eren blushed and covered his face at the thought of spending the night in Commander's home. He took a breath, leaning against a wall that was beside him. He wasn't even two blocks away from his house, and he was already getting flustered. How the hell was he supposed to make it through a whole NIGHT without passing out? He felt absolutely ridiculous for feeling so flustered and weak at a petty little visit. All Levi asked of him was to talk.
About his feelings.
I can't do this, Eren thought, sitting against the wall. What the hell am I going to do? I feel so sick right now... Eren felt nauseous and dizzy. Why the hell was he so nervous? It made absolutely NO sense. He wondered if he was sick, and maybe he should stay home. He looked toward his house, which was only two buildings away from where he was sitting. I'm so pathetic, he sighed, lowering his head. Maybe I just won't go. Eren then recalled Levi's threat: "And if you don't show, I know where you're staying. I will come over personally and we will talk there, in front of your friends, who will also hear about what's been going on lately." Eren groaned, throwing his head back.

"I figured you'd be reluctant, but this is pathetic." A voice called from Eren's right. He turned to see a short-statured silhouette making its way toward him. "And that groan- that was absolutely ridiculous." Eren's shoulders hunched as Levi stood over him, arms folded. "Come on, get up." For the second time in 24 hours, a strong, callused hand was lowered before Eren's eyes. This time, however, Eren didn't hesitate to take the hand. As he was yanked up, the ground heaved from beneath Eren's feet, and his nerves caught up to him, causing him to fall toward his commander. Levi caught him, Eren's dizziness slowly fading as the blood caught up with his head. "Well shit, have you been drinking?" Levi teased. Eren blushed.

The two men sat across from one another at a table, a cup of tea placed before each of them. Levi stared intently at Eren, studying his body language. He was unaware, however, that Eren was doing the same. But Eren was slightly more obvious about his nerves. Levi, on the other hand, was totally unreadable. Hange was right, Eren noted. He's really good at hiding what he's thinking. The room was tense and full of an awkward, hesitant vide. Levi was, of course, the first to break the silence.
"You're scared."
"N-no, I'm not exactly scared..." Eren defended himself.
"You're intimidated by me, then. Is that right?" Eren lowered his eyes, regretting he ever said that. Of course not, he thought to himself. I'm completely entranced by him. But... of course I can't tell him that.
"Yes."
"Except that's a lie," Levi sighed, leaning forward. "Eren, what do you think of me?"
"I..." Eren's entire face felt like it was completely on fire, and he was certain he was absolutely red. "I just... I can't."
"Why not?" Levi pushed. "We can do this all night." Eren sighed, leaning his elbows on the table. He cradled his head in his hands in distress."Look, I know you're scared of me, but I don't want you to think-"
"I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU!" Eren slammed his fists down on the table, causing the tea cups to shake, tea splashing onto the saucers. "I'm not, okay?! It's... Something else!"
"Well, what is it?" Levi hadn't even flinched at Eren's outburst. He knew fully well how this night would probably play out. And of course, he was nervous. But he had trained himself to hide his emotions. That was how he kept his appearance. That's how he kept his distance. Eren laid his head on the table, resting it on his forearms. Levi recognized this activity- it was similar to a child's when they didn't want to do something they were being told to do. Eren was, quite literally, acting like a child. "Eren," Levi leaned on his elbows and folded his hands in front of him. "Please." Eren remained motionless, his head not moving from its spot on the table. Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. He lifted his cup of tea and took a drink, feeling both frustrated and the smallest bit nervous at the moments to come. He expected Eren's inevitable outburst, but now he didn't know what was going to happen. Sometimes Eren would shut down like this, this much was true. But he usually snapped himself out of it. But Eren was hiding something, and Levi wanted- no, NEEDED- to know what. It was driving him crazy, he admitted it to himself. He actually gave a shit about this brat, and he wasn't going to let the little shit get away with hiding something from his goddamn commander.

"Eren-"
"Why do you care so much?" Eren blurted, bolting out of his chair. It tipped and fell backwards, clattering to the floor. Eren's chest rose and fell, obviously tense. His shoulders were hunched and his face was contorted into a mix of anger and... Something else Levi couldn't quite put his finger on. He noticed his hands were fidgeting again, and he automatically knew it meant Eren was nervous. Levi stood up too, stepping towards him. "Stop," Eren said, taking anonther step back. "Don't come near me."
"I thought you weren't scared of me." He stepped toward Eren again.
"I'm not!" Eren took another step back.
"Then stop moving." Levi stepped forward.
"YOU stop moving!" Eren stepped back.
"No." Levi stepped forward once more.
"Why are you-" Eren bumped into a wall, and felt his heart jump into his throat as Levi, once again, stepped toward him. Levi leaned forward to Eren, and he gave the smallest, barely visible smirk. Levi stared into Eren's emerald-colored eyes, searching them for some sort of explanation. He crossed his hands behind his back, leaning in to study Eren's face even more. Levi normally wouldn't invade someone's privacy this much, but there was something about the brat that made him feel... safe, but also a little bit vulnerable. Of course, his own heart quickened slightly being so close to him, but he ignored it. He squinted at Eren, who only flushed and darted his eyes away, turning his head slightly.

There was a long, tense silence that was spent staring at each other, both wondering what they would sayto the other.

"You love me, don't you?"
"W-what?!" Eren tilted his head away from Levi. "No, of course I don't!" Levi grabbed Eren's chin and cheek with one hand, like he had done the previous night, and turned Eren's head to look at him.
"That's why you've been acting so strange, isn't it?" Levi questioned. Eren tried to turn his face, but Levi's strength prevented him from breaking eye-contact. "That's why you've been so distant and flustered, isn't it?"
"Well, what about you?" Eren pointed out. "Hange said you've been acting just as distant, showing even less emotion than before!"

He leaned in close to Eren, Levi's body pressed up against his chest. Their faces just inches apart, Eren could feel Levi's hot, steady breath on his neck, and he felt his heart quicken.
"Looks like you got me," Levi teased. "I guess it's out in the open now." They stared at each other, feeling each other's breath. Levi felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched Eren's face turn bright red, knowing Eren was unsure what was going to happen next. But Levi knew exactly what he was going to do next; he knew deep in his mind what the next moments were going to bring.