A motor was rumbling in front of a block of flats. Fumes were blowing out of the motorbike's exhaust pipe. Soon, the engine was turned off, and a young man got off his ride. Dark brown laced leather boots. White jeans with specks of dirt from autumn's muddy puddles. A black leather jacket.

Levi had arrived home from school and now he was taking off his biking helmet that had covered his entire head during the ride. His hair got a bit messy in the process of removing the helmet, and as soon as he could, he fiddled around with his hair, combing it in its place with his fingers, ensuring he looked perfect. That's how it had to be when it came to his style. Everything had to look perfect and refined.

After locking his ride, ensuring it wouldn't go for a ride alone by itself, he started walking to the apartment block's entrance, keys ready in his hand. In this 8-level high house, his apartment was located on the 7th level. He preferred using the elevator instead of the stairs, because the lights in the stairway were too annoying and troublesome. They would turn off at the most inconvenient times. Levi didn't like it, not one bit. Hardly anybody knew of it, but despite having such a tough appearance, he was actually scared of dark. He would never admit it himself though. Instead of calling it a fear, he called it disliking impractical surroundings.

The elevator doors opened automatically on the 7th floor. Levi stepped into the dark corridor and searched for the light switch. Click. In the brightly lit room he walked to his door, unlocking it. Stepping into his own private sanctuary made him feel content. The corridor floors were dirty and had some muddy food prints of some stupid brats. Sometimes it reeked like cigarette smoke, wet dogs, and other things Levi would call shit. In his home, everything was different.

Everything was sparkling clean, spotless. The air was fresh, and smelled like nothing weird. It smelled clean. Levi didn't own any pets. He couldn't deny the fact that he liked cats but he would never consider adopting one. That would result in too much hair on the furniture. That wouldn't just do, would it?

Levi placed his helmet on a shelf located in the small hall, and removed his boots and jacket. He sighed at the sight of his dirty pants. He mentally slapped his own cheek for wearing white pants that day. Too late. Now they were dirty and he needed to wash them. He walked to his small bathroom, pulled his pants off, and shoved them into the washing basket

Wearing a pair of ebony black boxers and a dark green long sleeved sweater, he marched into his bedroom to find some other pants. His bedroom, like any other room in the flat was really organized. The color theme in his whole apartment was white. That way everything would look really clean and pure. Other colours were mostly different shades of gray, and dark green. Dark green sure was his favourite colour.

It had been another meaningless day at school. Levi was surrounded by idiots, as usual. According to Levi, high school was full of immature brats. For god's sake, even some students aged 17 just like Levi were running around the school yard, making lots of loud noise, having teenager drama, letting their hormones take the control of their body. They were annoying Levi with their irritating presence. Levi's friends were different. Actually Levi himself didn't consider them real friends, but some more mature people who knew how to respect him. They were like comrades. He and his so-called friends shared something together: the hate against those annoying brats.

After finding a pair of some casual, gray pants, and pulling them on, he heard a beeping sound from his bag. He had received a message. He groaned in annoyance. Just after getting home, to his own silent kingdom, ready to relax, somebody was already penetrating his repose. Levi went to pick up the phone anyway. Maybe they'd leave him alone for a second if he dealt with them now.

The name of Bertolt Hoover was showing on the screen. Bertolt was kind of a quiet member of the group. He still had a lot of potential in him, and he appeared intimidating in most of the people's eyes. "What's up with Jäger?" Levi winced at the text on his screen. He had had enough brats for today, for real.

"What about him?" Levi typed quickly and wished he didn't need to go through this conversation. He had sat down on a sofa and made himself feel comfortable on it, and soon he received another message. "Reiner told me. Why didn't you beat him up?"

"It wasn't the time for it."

-"What do you mean? We all dislike him. He deserved a punch or two."

"Shut up. Erwin would have caught us."

-"Since when did you care about the teachers?"

"Look. I would have been happy to beat that brat but in the middle of the fucking class? No. Use your brain or get your ass out of here."

-"Got it."

He didn't reply after that and neither did he receive a message. He was relieved and went to the kitchen to prepare himself a pot of tea. Earl Gray was his favourite without a mistake. Name as gray as Levi's eyes. Taste like a raindrop from heaven.

Eren was an annoying brat who didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. A stupid, insufferable, impulsive brat. Stupid unstylish haircut and those big girly, green eyes. Hardworking and getting too excited about everything. Hanging out with his stupid friends. Like Armin the dork. Jean the horseface.

Levi looked out of the kitchen window, watching rain clouds form in the distance. It would probably rain tomorrow. He poured himself a cup of tea. He would never add anything in it. No gay stuff like sugar or honey. Tea was meant to be served the way it was. That is what he believed.

What Levi couldn't tell Bertolt and Reiner was that Levi actually liked this brat. There was something Levi really found fascinating about him. The way he could stand tall against Levi. The willpower in his eyes when he would offend him and Reiner loudly in the class. The guts he had. He was actually really brave and that made Levi really curious. That is the reason, why he didn't let Reiner beat Eren. Levi hadn't got attached to him. He just found him fascinating. It still didn't change the fact that Eren was an utter idiot in his eyes. Or did it?

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