A/N: Angst will begin momentarily, but for now enjoy some fluff! Also, sorry if I get the timeline wrong. Just go with it. One more thing; I hate it when people make Levi seem like a heartless bastard, because he's just really good at hiding his emotions.

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Eren stood in front of the museum, shivering slightly. Halloween day at the cafe was tomorrow, so he wanted to do something before working all day. A day at the museum with his new friend seemed like a perfect idea. He just hoped his costume wouldn't be too revealing.

But it was cold. And Levi was five minutes late. Eren considered going into the museum without him. But then again, wouldn't he look weird walking into a museum all by himself?

While Eren was having his internal monologue, Levi walked up to him and frowned. What was the brat thinking about that would distract him from Levi? He reached up and flicked the taller boy in the forehead. Eren yelped and stepped backward, hitting his back against the wall of the museum. He rubbed his forehead, pouting.

"What was that for?" Eren asked, sounding a bit hurt.

"You were zoning off." Levi said. "Let's go."

Inside the museum, Eren's mouth seemed to be unable to close. He gaped at everything there, oohing and aahing at the giant fossils and interesting displays. Levi didn't understand, but as long as Eren was having fun, he was fine.

What was he thinking? He had barely known this kid for a week. He looked up at Eren. Eren was reading the display on... nephilim? It was about children of angels who also happened top be like giant humans. Levi didn't think this kind of stuff was supposed to be in a museum. Wasn't putting religious stuff like that in a museum illegal?

Sure, Eren didn't seem too smart, or too clean, or too graceful. But he was powerful and stubborn, and kind. Levi could see that much. Eren caught Levi looking and smiled.

They spent the next few hours there, talking about nothing and staring at displays. Finally, Eren got tired and wanted to leave.

"You could spend a whole week in a museum if you wanted to." observed Levi when they left. Eren blushed.

"I suppose." He smiled. Then, Eren heard a noise.

"What was that?" he asked, following the sound into a small alley. A small, dark grey cat crawled out and began to rub against Eren. He grinned and started petting it. It's fur was amazingly soft.

"You don't know how filthy that thing is." Levi said in disgust, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah." was Eren's only answer. "I think I want to keep it."

"What?" Levi asked in surprise. "You want to keep a cat you just found on the streets?"

"I want to keep it. It looks hungry." Eren said, picking the cat up. "It's a her. I'll name her Kyojin."

"Is that even a proper name?" asked Levi, scratching his head. Which was something Eren might be doing in a bit if he didn't put that cat down. Or at least wash it.

"Now it is." Eren carried the cat back to the museum and started home.

"Will your parents let you keep a cat?" Levi asked. It seemed as if Eren had just spontaneously decided that he wanted a cat. Were his parents allergic?

"Maybe." Eren said, frowning slightly. "I hope so."

Levi sighed. This was a stupid mistake. "I'll take it." he said. He wanted to take back the words, but there was no going back now.

Eren's face brightened. "Really? Can I come visit?" Eren realized what he had just said and heat rushed to his cheeks. Levi just smirked.

"Of course."

They bought the litter box, litter, and food while they were still out. Eren insisted on paying, and Levi obliged reluctantly. Would it really be worth getting a fucking cat just to see the stupid brat again? He could always go to the cafe to see him...

"Thank you so much, Levi!" Before Eren could think, he had thrown his arms around Levi in an embrace. Levi stiffened, but relaxed and let himself be hugged.

"Whatever."

Christa would look over her shoulder every time she was in public now. She would analyze the face of every man she passed, and jump at every bit of contact that wasn't with Ymir.

Thankfully, Ymir hadn't noticed how jumpy Christa had gotten. Ymir was still Ymir, complaining about Reiner and Bertholdt and Annie, and stomping around angrily all the time. Just like always.

Christa was desperate to keep it that way. Maybe her father wouldn't find her. Maybe he wouldn't find her mom. Maybe they would be safe. But maybe they wouldn't. Maybe she would have to report him to the police, no matter how against it she was. She knew Ymir would report him if he even showed up at their house.

Christa wished that there was someone other than Ymir she could go to. Reiner? Eren? Armin? She shook her head.

She was on her own.