Eren has a certain definition of beautiful.

He knows his mother's beautiful, just in the way she managed to take care of him and Mikasa. In the way that she accepted Mikasa into their home when Eren was still only young, and how she's raised her into his family. Carla cared for her family, and Eren knew that she is beautiful.

He knows Mikasa is beautiful, she has the boys (and girls) flocking to her natural beauty. Really, though, Mikasa was strong. She could stand for herself, and she looked after Eren and Armin. Eren loves his sister a lot, and he was proud of the fact Mikasa can hold her own, even in the darkest hours.

He knows Armin was beautiful. He's admired the intelligence Armin has shown and how much he's grown since they were little kids, and how he knows what to do in situations where everyone may be in panic. Yes, Armin is beautiful, in his own way like Mikasa and Carla.

Then, he was sitting in the bleachers with the rest of the juniors in theater.

Not only doing theater but also orchestra, they all knew how to play some instrument. Majority had started when their sixth grade year rolled around, but some of the others had been playing long before that. During lunch they'd all go sit out if the weather deemed it nice enough not to morph their instruments, and just practice.

When he was tuning his viola, he'd heard the high notes of the solo for Rondo Capriccioso. He figured it was just Levi, having a bit of fun for once instead of practicing their stuff for the UIL competition that was far off. They usually practiced that a lot anyways, what's a little bit of fun? When Levi had sped up, Eren finally turned around to watch like everyone else.

That's when Eren noticed.

The sun hit Levi in a certain way to where it gave just enough light to help notice his better features, like the gray shade of his eyes. The way he moved with the music in time, and never faltering when he had to speed up. The way he seemed to completely focus on the violin at hand, and zone out from everyone completely. His fingers graced over the strings, playing every note without anything but confidence.

Levi swayed with the music as he played; bow running along the strings in such an artistic way that Eren was almost jealous he couldn't play like that. Eren was passionate with his viola, but Levi grew up playing his violin. Even when Eren heard it the first time when they were all about seven, he hadn't noticed the unique way Levi seemed to play.

Yes, Eren concludes.

Levi is beautiful.

He would never admit that, though.

Days until opening night: 3

Levi had offered to sit behind stage with a microphone and play the violin rendition of Chromaggia to accompany Blind Mag's performance. Every time they ran through with the performance, Levi had his violin ready and the sheet music before him, standing and playing out of sight.

He stopped caring for the fact everyone seemed to always stay completely and utterly silent when the song was performed, since he was so used to it. He's been playing practically his entire life, he was already used to the constant stares he'd get when he actually played with true emotion.

Hanji was most used to Levi's violin, being his best friend and staying at his house on late nights only to be greeted with melodic tunes, like Canon in D major or Skaters Waltz. However, this never stopped her from being floored by how beautiful it sounded.

Eren sat back in the control booth, eyes shut and just relaxing to the music that filled the entire auditorium. Armin had left Ymir with the controls so he could relax, if only for a minute. Three days from opening night and everything was almost perfect. They'd managed to run through everything smoothly for the first time, now all they have to do is minor touch ups.

"I would rather be blind."

Levi kept still during the final moment, and when they'd called for a break, he went to go set the instrument back in the case. Narrowly moving pass everyone, Levi reached the orchestra room and walked over to his locker. Opening it, he also heard the door swing open.

"You know Sonata in D minor, right?" Eren called out, walking over to the area where he kept his viola.

"Oh course, I learned it freshman year," Levi replied.

"Let's play," Eren said, picking up his viola and tuning it.

Levi paused for a moment, glancing at him. He knew Eren had an appreciation for that particular piece, but Levi never exactly recalled playing it for anyone but Hanji.

"Well, I suppose we have enough time…" Levi commented, putting the shoulder rest back in his violin. One duet wouldn't hurt.

Pulling out the binder where Eren kept his sheet music, neatly labeled "Sheet Music Hell" he flipped quickly the music. He pulled out a stand to set the binder on, and readied himself.

Levi pulled out his music as well, having been ready about a minute longer than Eren. When he figured Eren was ready, he played the first note.

And Eren didn't expect this at all.

Levi moved with just as much grace as he had earlier, a beautiful sound coming from the strings. Everyone always commented about how beautiful Levi's violin has always sounded, even whenever he replaced the strings. Levi usually just gave a "Thank you," in response, not really moved by the comment anymore. When the song sped up and Levi was shifting, Eren carefully played his part while trying not to lose his spot and completely fuck up.

It sounded so angelic, the notes filling the air and completely engulfing the two into a state of peace and contentment. When they reached about halfway through the song, Levi had faded to a stop. Eren looked at him confused, pulling away from his viola.

"Why the sudden stop?" He asked, worried. Did they get off time…?

"I think—I think we should head back to the others," Levi stated quietly, placing his violin back in her case and putting the bow away as well, snapping the case down and placing it in his locker.

"You've been weird lately," Eren said, placing his viola away as well and stepping over to Levi. "What's up?"

"You're paranoid," Levi commented, trying to step around Eren so he could leave the room and go collect himself. Eren grabbed Levi's shoulders and forced him back front and center, gripping tightly.

"I'm not paranoid. You've been weird since iHop last night,"Eren leaned downwards to mimic what Levi had done the night before.

"Doing this whole whisper thing in my ear, like you know something I don't," He spoke into his ear, and Levi was trying his absolute hardest not to turn so red.

"I was drunk."

"You don't drink," Eren leaned back again to make eye contact with him.

"It was funny. I'm allowed to have fun once in a while, Jaegermeister," Levi stated simply, trying to pull away.

"No, this isn't the time for those stupid Jaeger names! What is up with you as of late, Captain? You're pretending you know something that has completely flown over my head!" He shouted.

"Temper," Levi commented, crossing his arms.

"To hell with the bet right now. Why?"

Eren had become completely unaware of the close radius they were in, and how close his face happened to be to Levi's. Levi's eyes flickered to Eren's lips, taking in the fact he could lean over right now. Just a few centimeters from being able to taste the nicotine that probably lingers from the last smoke break they had.

Before Levi could process the choice he was making, his hand snaked up to the nape of Eren's neck to bring him closer and push their lips together, and what really freaked Levi out is that Eren pressed back a bit needing, enjoying this far too much. Levi bit at Eren's bottom lip, eliciting a small grunt from the taller boy. Eren kissed back once again, taking in the taste of coffee and cigarettes lingering on him.

Levi broke the kiss off first, wide eyed and confused. He pulled away from Eren, wiping the corners of his lips off and giving a small cough.

"I'm going back to speak to Mikasa about something," Levi said, walking past Eren. Eren simply nodded and followed, heading back to the control booth. Closing the door behind him, Armin snapped his head up to greet Eren.

"Hey, Eren. Where were you?" Armin asked, taking his headset off. Eren took his seat and shrugged.

"Orchestra room. I was doing something."

"Doing something?" He chuckled, tapping his fingers. "Or someone?"

Eren's face turned beet read at that comment, and he frowned. "No! Why would I ever?"

"It was a joke, Eren!" Armin said, now more curious, "Unless, I'm right?"

"…Levi kissed me," Eren said, turning away.

"Wait, what? Are you kidding?" Armin was a bit taken back, and mentally noted to tell Hanji so they can put out the money later.

"It was…an accident. It doesn't mean much," Eren shrugged, "Experimentation."

"Well. Alright, that's fine," The blonde replied, turning back to his controls. Eren's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out, unlocking it and glancing at the text.

'By the way, you lost.'

Eren's scream could be heard from back stage, and Levi smirked.

A/N: i. i have no idea. this doesn't. i didn't mean. i'm still shocked, what. i have no idea what i wrote, take it and go. you can still follow my progress in the shingeki no theater tag on tumblr, my tumblr (gaymakeout) and my girlfriend's tumblr. (lord twink.

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