(I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin. :D)

A month and a half had passed, and it was currently January. There wasn't a day that Levi didn't come visit, to the point where Erwin let him stay at the household until Eren would be discharged.

That would come next week.

According to the doctors, he'd been lucky to survive. Broken ribs, for example, just millimeters away from piercing a lung.

Lucky indeed.

Christmas had come and gone, and Levi and Eren shared it together, filling the dreary hospital room with laughter and the warmth of joy, so much as one could considering where they were and what had happened. They'd exchanged gifts, of course, and it was beautiful.

Levi, for example, bought himself and Eren customizable bracelets, his reading Levi with a black wing hanging from it, while Eren had one with yet again his name and a white wing.

And if you connected the two wings, they fit together and stuck perfectly (due to a magnet).

Eren got Levi a scarf, and apologized, because, "Customized bracelets will always be a better gift than a scarf."

Levi loved the scarf anyway, and that's saying something.

The shorter didn't explain anything to his classmates when he'd got up and out of his seat so suddenly in the middle of class, despite the bombardment of questions he'd recieved after he'd regained himself.

Deciding he felt pretty lucky, Levi promised himself to only let his guard down around Eren, no one else.

Maybe Mikasa. Mikasa was okay.

Eren was being discharged in a couple of days, and the two were both excited about it.

Levi had something planned out for Eren, but wasn't sure how to go about it. It wasn't something flashy, heck, it won't be anything extremely special, and what he was going to do wasn't as special either, but the idea of doing it gave him butterflies.

And Levi doesn't get butterflies, god d mmit.

In his mind he asked himself why he was so interested in the brat. He realized that Eren wasn't a sore loser, was determined to do what he sets his mind to, celebrating when he becomes a little better at something. He's protective, comforting, nice to be around. A gentle giant at times, and a ticking time bomb at others, but Levi supposed that he himself was no different. Eren found a reason to smile everyday, and learned from mistakes, his troubled past far from weighing him down.

It was clear to Levi that Eren didn't abandon it, though. He merely set it on the shelf and dusted it off. He didn't particularly love it, but it's something you cannot get rid of.

You must simply accept what's happened, and never forget, for future reference, or for when something of the like happens again. You must find a new way to cope with it the best you can.

And those pretty, big, shining green.. no, blue... what the heck. Turquoise? Seafoam green.

It was times like these Levi would find himself confused over someone's eyes, for in truth, Eren's eyes were completely confusing. It really threw him off at other times because, wow, Eren's eyes turn amber when he's upset!

But Levi loved his eyes, no matter what color. Not for the color, of course, but the innocent yet wise gleam that always shone, no matter who Eren looked at.

Eren's accepted himself, and accepted Levi, and it pleases the shorter, because we all want to feel important at one time or another. Important, noticed, to relax, feel comfortable...

To feel loved.

The list could go on, but Levi found that it was way more than enough reasons as to why he would feel any affection toward the taller of the two.

And suddenly, he felt courage race through his veins. He didn't want to wait until Eren was discharged, oh no. Levi wanted to ask the other right now.

Impatient, but courage is hard to find sometimes these days.

Maybe the brat was rubbing off on him.

(OKAY WAIT JUST A MOMENT...)