(I dooooo not own Shingeki no Kyojin. ouo)

Eren sat in his desk, looking straight out the window while tapping a pencil against his cheek. He was currently in English class, but didn't particularly seem to care about the importance of education as his attention was focused on Levi.

How is he so fast? Was he born that way? Did he practice a lot when he was younger? What if his parents make him run, for academic achievements? Does he have parents? Why am I thinking about him?

The thought tore Eren's eyes away from the window as he looked up to the front of the room. Ms. Ral was teaching the class; she was a sweet teacher with a sweet voice, but stern when she needed to be.

Eren looked next to him, at his classmate, Sasha. She was currently eating chips she kept in her desk; the desks were old-fashioned, and had slots to keep your stuff in.

"Hmmm." Eren hummed, for no good reason of course. Maybe I should ask him.

Wait, he suddenly realized something very, very important. When's the next track meet with their school? He mentally cursed for not paying attention to the calender, which he left pinned to his wall at home.

He'd simply have to check outside of his coach's classroom once English was over.

Eren moved his green orbs to settle his attention on the clock. Four minutes until class was over.

And every second was agonizing as he waited for the bell to ring in anticipation. He was fired up and was willing to go as far as he needed to to beat Levi.

When the bell finally rang, Eren was out of there and heading toward his coach's office in a heartbeat.

There, he saw the list, and the track coach was exiting the room. Mr. Bossard looked at Eren with a scowl; it appeared that he was copying someone. This wasn't usual, though Mr. Bossard usually likes to show off.

He also bites his tongue a lot.

Mr. Bossard turned to him, grimacing, but his words were different from his actions. "Good job yesterday, it's nice to see one of my students actually partaking in something and doing well. Considerably against that short kid, Levi was it?"

Mr. Bossard then had an expression that said, 'Levi was amazing and I'm lying about me not knowing his name because he was better than I am and boy am I proud of someone who's not on our track team.'

Eren simply smiled, gave his thanks, and turned his attention to the calender in front of him.

He audibly groaned when Mr. Bossard left, for the next meet was going to be held in two weeks. Two weeks too long for Eren.

But, Eren tried to cheer himself up a little, this will give me more time to improve.

He was fired up again; he would give it his all to beat Levi.

Eren walked to his last period, study hall, and mindlessly drew a symbol on a piece of paper, thinking of how he was going to get better in two weeks.

Maybe I should add more weights in weightlifting. Though, I don't wanna tear or damage any muscles... but the weights are getting easier, so it was probably bound to happen sooner or later. His hand lightly and intricately drawing a detailed insignia he had seen, though he wasn't aware he was doing any of that.

He wasn't really paying attention to it.

I should add an extra mile when I'm running, too! I know I shouldn't overwork myself; Mikasa would kill me if I came home, practically dying. But where should I run to...?

Maybe the store and back, twice. That sounds like a good idea.

When a smile stretched across his face, he turned his attention to what he was drawing.

Two wings, one blank, save for the outline, over a black one. The same wings on Levi's track uniform.

Without another word, Eren crumpled up the paper, and threw the ball into the wastebin, before he though about getting too obsessed over Levi.

Though, he knew that he held great respect for the shorter, and couldn't wait to begin training after school.

I'll definitely get him next time~! Eren thought, smiling, and brushing off the fact he had drawn the insignia unconsciously on the paper.

The bell rang again, and he was off to begin training.