A/N: Sweet freckled Jesus up in titan heaven I'm so sorry! All of my notifications from Fanfiction went into my spam, so I had no idea anyone was reviewing or following! I spent at least a solid hour catching up on all of the new chapters and whatnot. I'm crying, like, wow thanks so much!

And I still have to update my other story too. I'm a despicable human being.

Levi pulled his hand back quickly, hoping Eren hadn't noticed. Eren reached up to touch his hair, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. God fucking dammit. He had felt it. Levi whipped up his coat and put it on.

"Eren." Levi said, his voice low.

Eren jumped. "Yes?"

"Why do you work at a cosplay cafe?" Levi asked. Honestly, he had just pulled the question out of his ass in order to avoid being questioned himself. Eren looked surprised. He thought for a moment.

"It's fun. Everyone (mostly everyone) is really nice, and it's close to home." he said. Eren was happy with his answer. Yes, it would be more manly to work at, say, a video game store, but since when did Eren care about gender roles?

"What about you, Levi?" asked Eren. "Do you have a job?"

Levi shook his head. "I haven't had the time to look for one."

Eren frowned. "You should find one." How was Levi supposed to support himself without a job? Eren just wanted to help his parents pay the bills, but a man in college should have a job.

"Don't worry about it." said Levi, looking away.

"Hey, Levi." Eren said, reaching out to pull on Levi's sleeve, then pulling his hand back. His heart started pounding, but...

"What is it?" Levi asked.

"Here's my phone number. Eren pulled out a piece of paper with a number already written on it. "You know, in case you want to call sometime."

Eren's face was red. Levi smiled and put the number in his jacket. After all, he did want to get to know the boy. What better way than to call him? Levi considered telling Eren his number, but he didn't remember it. Oh, well.

Levi glanced at his watch. A half hour had already passed by. Strange, it only felt like thirteen paragraphs. Levi was starting to get chilly.

"Hey, we should go home." Levi said. "It's cold."

Eren nodded, looking slightly disappointed. Levi ruffled his hair in an attempt to cheer him up. "I'll call you, then." he said, his stoic mask momentarily slipping, only to be immediately put back.

Eren nodded and smiled, whistling on his way back home.

"Armin?!" Jean shouted. Armin was laying on the floor, passed out. Jean knelt down, trying his hardest not to panic. He gripped Armin's shoulders. Armin was pale, and sweating. What had happened? The cold couldn't have been that bad!

"Wake up, Armin!" Jean shook the blonde. He sputtered, his brown eyes looking up at Jean. Wait, brown?

"I need..." he whispered, so quietly that Jean could barely hear him. Jean leaned in closer. "A tailor."

Jean slowly moved away and stared at the blonde below him. Oh, no.

"Because I ripped my pants!" Legout tore the wig off his head and laughed.

"Legout?" asked Jean incredulously. "Where's Armin?"

Legout started laughing harder. "Come on out, Armin."

Armin stepped out of a bathroom stall and bit his lip nervously. "Sorry, Jean." he said, looking at the floor. "Legout came into the bathroom with a blonde wig on and pushed me into the stall. It wasn't my idea, I swear."

"Then why didn't you come out?" asked Jean angrily.

"I..." Armin looked away. "I was scared."

Jean's face softened a bit. "Hey, let's get out of here." Armin nodded and bit his lip again, following Jean out of the bathroom.

I'm going to kill Legout if I ever see him again, though Jean. Armin sneezed again. He did have a cold, but not a bad enough cold to make him pass out. What had Jean been thinking? He shook his head.

Armin smiled inwardly. "Jean," he said, not looking at the taller man.

"What is it, Armin?" asked Jean, his voice still sounding slightly annoyed. (A/N: This is probably as close as I will ever get to the what is it Eren joke.)

"Nothing."

Levi stared at his phone. He was agonizing over calling the stupid teen, or even texting him. Wouldn't it seem a bit desperate to call him within two hours of getting his number? On the other hand, if he texted him it would seem as if he was just giving Eren his number back. Deciding on that, Levi sent Eren a quick text.

Hey, it's Levi.

After he hit send, he immediately wanted to punch himself. How stupid could he sound?

"Rivialle!" a deep voice yelled from in the kitchen.

"What, Irwin?" yelled Levi. Irwin was his brother, and was currently dating Zoe. He lived in her house most of the time, but sometimes he would stop by Levi's apartment and cook.

"The tacos are done!" Irwin yelled back. Levi sighed and walked out to the kitchen, tucking his phone into his pocket.

Levi shuttered when he saw his counter. "Irwin, clean up your mess." Irwin had gotten meat, lettuce, and sauce all over Levi's nice clean counter.

As they were eating, Levi's phone buzzed. He didn't read the text during dinner. Last time Levi read a text at dinner, Irwin had broken his phone in half.

"Zoe keeps asking me to pluck my eyebrows." Irwin was rambling. "They're not that bad, right?"

Levi just raised his eyebrow in response, earning a frustrated sigh from his brother.

Finally, dinner was over and Irwin left. Levi pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the text.

Levi! i was wondering, r u free anytime soon?

Levi smirked. So the brat wanted to go on a date, eh?

I'm free Saturday.

He waited for Eren to answer, cleaning up the mess his brother had failed to get rid of. Really, it wasn't that hard to wipe off a friggin' counter.

After he was done, he checked his phone again and smiled.

Then can u meet me at the museum? ive been wanting to go.

Levi replied and set his phone down, walking into his room ant snuggling up in his nice, clean sheets.

It's a date.

A/N: Eren texts like that intentionally, by the way. I'm not making grammatical errors. Or am I?