You will (not) be happy
Levi met him in a bakery; a coincidence - perhaps it was fate. He came home like a cat that fell into the sewers dripping wet, damp and chilled to his core. Even the spring showers had favourites. He went into the shop, finding it slightly empty save from a college couple sitting in the corner with two cups of coffee. It felt oddly warm and it smelled of fresh pastries - honey and cinnamon.
Deciding to order something to warm himself up, he approached the counter.
"Armiiiin! That's too much icing!"
"Waaa! I'm sorry! I'll do another batch!"
"Just wipe it off!"
Levi could hear wimpy shouts from the back, and sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for the counter-man whatever you wanna call it to come, the shouts at the back digging a pain into his head, and he closed his eyes.
"Sorry, can I help you?"
Levi sighed and opened his eyes.
And tried not to drop his jaws on the floor.
In front of him; the counter-man whatever you wanna call it - is probably the biggest red flag Levi ever saw in his life. No, seriously. Beautiful face, perfect posture and tan skin; bob haircut and eyes like real sapphires and emeralds clashed together, with a touch of a working uniform of white shirt with brown shortsleeves, a name tag pinned at the pocket.
"A... Er... Uh..." Levi lost his voice instantly.
"Er... You alright, sir?"
And his voice, oh god. It sounded like angels.
"I-" Levi whirred around, trying not to wobble like jelly. "Uh, you sell coffee...?"
"Huh? Oh, we don't sell coffee." he shrugged. "I could do hot chocolate if you want, though."
From that day on, Levi believed angels actually do exist.
He came back to that shop the next day. And the day after that, the next, the next, the next because of the downpour - okay, perhaps some days it was a little more than that; he just wanted to see him even if he had to waste a few dollars of an excuse for a coffee - or a hot chocolate, even; they didn't sell coffee. Then one day; they did actually do put coffee up on their menu.
"Oh?"
"Seems like you're a regular costumer; I'd thought I'd put it up for you; specially." he laughed lightly, winking at him - and Levi could feel himself heat up.
It was a few weeks then that he realised that the hot chocolate was actually an off-menu too; and that they only sold water or soft drinks in cans.
After a few weeks, that counter-man whatever started to notice him and recognise him, waving as he walked in the shop. Levi started to order other things other than coffee too, like pastries and such, and turned out he did like it.
Days pass, and Levi visited that little bakery everyday, downpour, rain, work or not. He began to have small chats with the counter man - as his name suggests; 'Eren'. He realised he became sort of... ah, attracted? He didn't really know himself, but he spent his afternoon just staring at his face and just stare and stare (luckily all Eren ever did was serve customers and arrange pastries a bit and help out in the kitchen; he didn't actually look at the customers if they're doing okay).
"You come here every day. Don't you get bored?"
"No. Do you want me to stay away?"
"No, not that." he laughed, swatting Levi away playfully. "It's just that there's... nothing interesting about my shop."
"Something is."
"Oh?"
"You."
Levi just blurted that out. And by the time he realised he did; Eren flared up like a Christmas tree, his face completely crimson, and Levi mentally slapped himself as well as smirk slyly at his accidental slip of the tongue. It's actually... ah... cute... Adorable...
"U-uh... um..." he fidgeted wirh the collar of his shirt. Levi thought he must be really flattered that he was hot under the neck. "I... better get to work." he said embarrassedly, and he ran off to the kitchen, Levi trying not to tempt himself to roll on the floor and laugh.
When Levi got his pastries in a box at home, he smirked to find Eren's number scrawled in a card paper.
"I never asked for your number." he smirked.
"You were suggesting it." Eren stuttered at the other line, and Levi could only imagine his crimson face, still flustered.
From that day onwards, Eren always flushed deep red whenever Levi walked into the shop, and he would hurriedly give him his orders before scrambling back into the kitchen as if he was a suspected criminal; and the way Eren just averted his eyes from Levi's gaze was all the more amusing.
"Eren?
"W-What?"
"Hmm... would you like to perhaps... ah, dine with me at my house, in Sunday?"
As expected, he flared up. But he didn't refuse.
After that, we did a lot more than dinners. I practically spoiled him, alright. And I guess he closed the shop more earlier as our relationship grew to the point that I almost had him glued to me.
It grew to the point to where I was just so sickly in love with him I couldn't keep it in.
He noticed; and it never surprised him when I confessed my heart at one of our dates.
"It's okay."
He held my hand under the restaurant table and leaned forward to kiss me.
Perhaps that day he and I forgot to pay the bill since the next thing I knew was that I was in my bedroom, looming over his perfect and lanky body and we were kissing and kissing and I fucked that bloody piece of his ass.
I love him. I love him. I love him.
Could I still love him now; now that he is in this state?
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