Levi knew that Eren probably would call him insane if he told him how he felt. He would look at him and dismiss Levi's feelings calling him a faggot or some type of extremely homophobic name that Levi would want to automatically forget in order to have a more peaceful existence.
Levi's eyes narrowed in on Eren once again, to say the absolute least the boy was breathtakingly beautiful, eye-catching and downright stunning.
By now Miss Ral had decided to let Eren chose his own seat in the classroom, meaning that the boy drifted over to the seat next to Armin and smiled self-consciously.
Levi took some time to properly observe the young new kid.
His hair was a silky brown colour that lay just above his shoulders was tied up in a small black bobble, the ends of the pony tail were stuck out manically in different directions making Levi presume that he had terrible bed head. His skin was a caramel colour that made the boy look like he could be bitten into.
His lips looked soft and inviting, a pale pink colour.
But the crown jewel of the whole look was the boys eyes.
God were they stunning.
One a vibrant orange, brown sunset colour that Levi never thought existed and the other a beyond beautiful looking Caribbean blue colour with hints of green sea-foam and trickles of gold.
Eren didn't have bad fashion sense either, he wore a leather biker jacket with a plain dark blue shirt and skinny jeans.
In all honestly Levi had never believed in love at first sight, he wondered if it was even possible to love someone based on looks but Eren had taught him differently, he had shown him the truth about love at first sight and Levi thought that it had to be a joke of fate.
Eren.
Eren was needless to say absolutely petrified. It was his first day at his new school, he had weird multi-coloured eyes, long girly hair and to top it all of couldn't speak a word.
The class room was loud, but he loved art, he loved colours and passion, he loved how non-moving images could hold emotion and truth.
Apparently the school had some sort of art prodigy that he really wanted to meet, he wondered if they could become good friends.
The patter of rain on the schools roof caused shivers to vibrate through Eren's small body.
Two people seemingly shot pat him as he stood outside the noisy art room, one of them looking determined and joyful while the other looked angry? No. His expression was utterly unreadable and endearing, though Eren couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to the boy.
He managed to stop shaking by the time he was called into the classroom, where he had previously lived there was no need for introductions, most people just gave you dirty looks until someone asked who the hell you were.
This person would most commonly become part of your own friendship group for having the audacity to talk to you. Of course Eren was used to this, the new school thing.
He doubted that they would keep him here for long, after all it wasn't like it was a good hiding place, the middle of nowhere would be great. This school was centered in a busy area, then again who would look somewhere so huge when he would likely be placed somewhere remote.
When he finally entered the classroom, it smelled like paint and pencil shavings, there was beautiful paintings all over the walls as well as drawings and rough sketches.
The next thing he noticed was a pair of stormy grey eyes piercing through him.
That was when he realised that it was the same boy who had just ran past him, the one who he was drawn too, so completely that they just stared at each other unaware of their surroundings.
The teacher, who was forcing him to think of her as Petra told him to sit wherever he wanted, so he picked the person who looked the most welcoming.
The seat was placed at the back of the classroom next to a young blonde boy with a bowl cut hairdo.
Though, his shy eyes were focused on the desk Eren could see that he wanted to speak to him. At once he grabbed his sticky notes and wrote in curly writing 'hello'.
He left the note in front of the shivering stranger ushering him silently to read it.
The blonde jumped slightly when he realised that the boy was trying to communicate with him and therefore he quickly scribbled back the hasty reply of 'hiiii'.
The frazzled looking blonde smiled kindly at Eren, who giggled silently.
'Im sorry, I cant actually speak, im mute. My names Eren, what's yours?' He wrote on a pink note and passed it to the stranger who was reading it intently.
The boy nodded before quickly writing 'Im Armin, there's no need to apologise for your lack of speech, I am quite happy to talk like this' the blonde wrote.
He doesn't mind the fact that I cant speak, honestly this Armin kid is an absolute angel Eren thought while drawing a smiley face underneath Armin's declaration.
Armin quickly grabbed another note 'im sorry but are your eyes really that colour?'
He shifted nervously when Eren read it.
'I don't mind, yes they are real' Eren glanced at the teacher to check if she was watching them.
By the time he had finished listening to her rant about colour charts he recognised the new writing on the note
'Your eyes are really beautiful you know' it said. In all honesty Eren had never thought of them as beautiful neither did most other people, they just called him a freak.
The lesson was nearing its end by the time Eren got up the courage to ask Armin for his phone number. Armin gave it to him happily saying that it would be easier to text then write, in which Eren thoroughly agreed.
As he prodded the numbers carefully into his phone he found that he had never smiled this much in his entire life, Eren knew that they might not be friends long before he was dragged away but then again maybe this time would be different, this time he might be able to stay.
Hope bubbled into his stomach and for the first time in a long time, Eren felt truly free.
He wished that he had more time to talk to Armin but his next lesson was completely different.
Armin had asked a tough looking but still pretty black haired girl to take him to his next lesson.
She had simply said "my name is Mikasa" as an introduction and passed her phone number to him. He thanked his lucky stars that Mikasa was so blunt and that she obviously didn't have to be told about his lack of speaking.
He supposed that Armin had given her a heads up on the phone number front o he took it graciously and added the number to his array of contacts.
Eren still had to explain to his other teachers that he was mute before he could feel absolutely sure that this was his new school. His arms ached from his 'night' activities when none of the social workers were there to stop him.
Honestly the feeling of a knife across his skin, made Eren more at peace with the world that desperately wanted to punish him.
He wished that the pain from the cutting would mean that his life would be a little less hectic and more calm, yet in all the time he had been hurting himself this had never been the case.
Due to the messed up schedules of the school, he found himself eating dinner after school, Eren never thought that the head teacher would want to talk to him for 4 hours.
The lesson beforehand had been utterly mediocre and Eren was completely starving.
His lunch consisted of simple sandwiches, a large packet of crisp and a chocolate bar of some unknown decent.
The joys of being a nobody Eren mused before sitting under a tree by himself. He liked it outside, he especially liked watching the rain fall around him while he was protected by the large tree branches above him.
The clouds were a stormy grey that Eren imagined was swirling in the art boys eyes. He had learned from Mikasa that said boy was actually her brother Levi and his two best friends were Erwin and Hanji.
After that she had invited him to meet them by going to her house with Armin after school.
He truly wanted to go but he'd have to ask the social workers first.
Eren knew that they tried their best to give him a normal life, but he was just too fucked up to ever feel like a normal child, the pain would never cease.
Eren ate his lunch in silence with just the pitter-patter of rain drops around him, it was a comforting noise non the less.
The car arrived to take him home, since he wasn't allowed to go out by himself. They were too afraid of something happening to him, too worried about the everyday dangers as well as his own personal demons.
When inside the car he scribbled out multiple notes asking if they would allow him the opportunity to go to a friends house.
To say the least, they were shocked, Eren never made any friends and therefore never asked to go over to anyone else's home.
To this day he had never once felt the need to be with other human beings.
They were still curious about these two mysterious friends but still let Eren go because of their 'normal' child dream.
"Eren! We were wondering if you were going to come for a minuet there" Armin chirped while dashing in his direction. Usually Eren made a point of not liking physical contact but Armin was different his funny little hugs made Eren feel happy and it made them look like they were childhood mates.
Armin's hair was pulled back into a pony tail like his own and a flower was placed into the side of the bobble.
He looked adorable Eren thought while watching Mikasa snicker.
"Eren, Levi and his friends are here also so they might try to talk to you. Do you want us to explain or do you want too?" Armin cautiously questioned while looking at the ground.
Eren whipped out his mobile to text Armin.
"'Its okay, I don't mind either way, tank you for being so considerate'" Armin was glowing while reading the message.
The small blonde grabbed his hand and made a dash towards the house. When they walked in Mikasa quietly apologised to Eren for Armin's behaviour "sorry about that. Armin doesn't usually get spoken to so he only has me, my brother, Hanji and Erwin". Eren shook his head and texted her.
"'He has me too. I don't have anyone either so I love his quirks'". She put her hand on his shoulder and thanked him before ushering him into the living room.