HOLY CRAP THREE UPDATED IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS?! ITS A MIRACLE! I had to do this for a class, took about twenty minutes. I thought it was cute, and who doesn't love a bit of fluff? Enjoy!
(If you don't like Eren x Levi, this can be taken as a friendship/admiration/paternal thing? I dunno, but I hope you read it anyway. Mild language, blah blah blah. Enjoy!)
(I don'y own Attack on Titan. Sadly. DX)
"So how is it?"
Levi looked up from the steaming brown sludge on his plate into the vibrant, sea green eyes of Eren. The younger male leaned over the table, body tense with pent up anticipation. Levi looked back down at the stew, nose curling slightly at the smell.
"I haven't even tried it yet, brat."
"Well, hurry up then!" Eren snapped, fingers frantically drumming on the marble countertop. Levi decided to let the remark pass with only a sharp kick to Eren's shin, and lifted the wooden spoon to his lips. Immediately, he felt his eyes tear up and his throat sting as he was bombarded by the food, overly salted and spicy. Choking back a cough, he forced the liquid down his throat. His hand shot out, grasping for his water, which Eren placed in his hand. With a quick swig, Levi eased his burning mouth. It was by far the most revolting thing he had ever eater, and there had been days in his childhood where he needed to resort to crawling through trash for his next meal.
Looking up, Levi saw Eren, hands in his pockets and head hanging low. "Sorry Rivaille, I guess I should've tried it first. It won't happen again; it was presumptuous of me to think that you'd like it." He looked up at Levi again, eyes bright and grinning apologetically. "Don't worry, I'll take care of the kitchen now and I'll eat the stew. Here, let me ask Hanji to make dinner." Eren grabbed the plate in front of Levi, and hurriedly ran off to the kitchen.
Scrubbing at the pot, tears stinging his eyes, Eren berated himself. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid! You know Rivaille's a picky eater, and when you finally got the chance to make him something, you fucked it up! Stupid!' His hands furiously scraped off the revolting stew caked onto the pot. He had tried so hard, spending hours in the kitchen, and he had even made Levi skip breakfast! And for what? Some stupid, nasty, gunked up shi—
Eren was startled out of his reverie when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a cravat before something hard smacked him upside the head.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
Levi glared up at Eren, the wooden spoon still in his hand. "Who said you could take my lunch, brat? I'm hungry as hell, and you promised to feed me." Eren gaped at Levi, his heart constricting as the other man continued. "I damn well expect some food, and that stew was as good as any."
Eren suddenly leaned forward, crushing the smaller man in a hug. Growling, Levi shoved Eren off of him. "Get off, brat!" Eren stepped back with a grin, noting with pleasure the faint blush on Levi's face. "Now, gimme my damn food and finish cleaning this kitchen. I'm checking it later, so it had better fit my standards."
Eren felt a shiver of horror at that, mind flitting back to the last time he hadn't cleaned it "to Levi's standards". Yet, watching Levi storm off with his stew in hand and muttering curses under his breath, he couldn't help but smile.