Okay, so I wasn't going to do any more of this. I sort of felt that nobody really cared. But it seems there are some people who do, at least. So I guess I'll try not to give up.

And I'm kind of a cruel person for depriving you all of Thug!Armin.

On another note, I recently watched Uta no Prince Sama...

*giggle*

If you like this story you really, really should watch it. It's all about sexy mens in the jpop industry. Honestly why haven't I watched it before it's total fetish fuel? Plus you really can't go wrong with a good old bit of reverse harem. (And Tokiya wow dokidoki or what?)

Eren was absolutely knackered as he traipsed through the corridors of the Survey Corps music headquarters back to his room. So incredibly knackered that his mind was starting to use British slang. And that was pretty goddamned knackered.

So many songs, so little time. So much dancing. So much Heichou. He just wanted to get back to his bunk and collapse into a world of dreams. He hardly noticed the technicians bustling past him with microphones, or anyone else from the massive host of staff focused on looking after ReCON!KISS.

Although they were being fiercely managed by Hanji and a group every day, he hardly got to spend all that much free time with Heichou - or any of the others even. Every moment was taken up by practise, and whatever was inbetween that involved either sleep, eating, or yelling at Armin. Today should have been wonderful. They were finally practising their dance for the song Hanji had chosen for them to do during round Maria of SoundTitan!

He had to say - though Heichou had many, many wonderful qualities - writing songs had to be his best one. Although it had to be tied with his heart-stopping good looks. Because this song was perhaps the best one he'd composed yet. It was a magnificent ballad entitled 'Corporal in the streets, Lance in the sheets.' All about how girls always liked a man in uniform - and their costume for the show would be just that - military uniforms. It had a romping chorus that pounded round Eren's head hour after hour - and the bridge with the cowbell instrumental was just a stroke of genius. It would no doubt top the charts when it was released, and stay there at least until the sun exploded and humanity became extinct.
Eren had no idea how he did it. Every night after practise, Heichou would go straight back to his room, taking a tray of dinner in one hand, and sheets and sheets of empty music paper. And every night, he would write songs. Song after song after song. Sometimes he could churn out more than one in a single night. During the midnight hours, Eren often heard him singing these new melodies to himself, testing them out and altering the notes until they were perfect. Of course he could play the guitar too, as well as the violin, and he was an absolute mastermind when given any kind of synthesiser. Even if he didn't get the chance to talk to Heichou that much during the day, at least he had these moments of listening to his voice as he drifted off to sleep.

Today, Heichou had stormed away from the rest of the group as usual to go and compose in his room. Eren'd eaten dinner with Mikasa and Connie tonight, and discussed their chances at winning SoundTitan! Even Mikasa - cynical towards the beauty of jpop as ever - had admitted that 'Corporal in the streets, Lance in the sheets,' was a chart-rocker. Of course, they wouldn't be the only ones going through to round Rose - for every round, there would be three top acts from each part of the country that went through to the next round. Of course this was a very complicated system, with many sectional, regional, national, rounds. There would be hundreds of different round Marias taking place all across the country. Any talent and singing competition has a mind-boggling amount of rounds and competitors. It made the plot of shows like Glee! more confusing than Game of Thrones. If they wanted to win SoundTitan! they would have to be the best pop group in Japan. Still, Connie was optimistic. He and Eren had talked confidently about their victory in the first round. It was very unlikely they would have to face a Vocaloid this time, and they had world-famous Heichou on their side.

But he had to get his sleep now, or he wouldn't be ready and beautiful for the competition in two weeks. At last, he found his own dorm inside the Survey Corps headquarters. He knew that Heichou's was only three doors away down the hall (unfortunately Armin and Jean were in the rooms between, utterly cockblocking him). He could imagine that if they were in next door rooms, he would have already tried to drill a hole through the wall to watch Heichou composing through the night.

Unfortunately, it was just going to be another lonely night by himself in his dorm. It depressed Eren to think how little he'd talked with Heichou recently. But he'd get an early night and some beauty sleep and maybe feel happier in the morning.

Or so he thought.
As soon as he pushed open the door to his room, he was nearly paralysed with shock. The small bedroom was not empty - no not by far. For the world's most famous pop star was already inside, amidst his small bed, cramped desk, and walls lined with jpop posters.

If Heichou had been waiting for him sensuously - possibly lounging on the bed - Eren would have probably suffered a heart attack. Possibly a fatal one. Unfortunately, that was not what he was doing. That would have been so wonderful. But instead of being overjoyed as he should have been, Eren was absolutely, soul-shakingly terrified.

Because Heichou was looking inside his closet. Sorting through his clothes, folding his pairs of trousers, tying his socks together, smoothing out his shirts and stacking his hats neatly atop one another. When Eren had last seen it, the closet had been a heaping mess - think of what would happen if there was a landslide made entirely out of clothes. Heichou hadn't been here for long - only enough time to tidy up one shelf. But that one shelf was so pristine, so neat, it was practically sparkling. Compared to the other shelves, it was practically divine.

Heichou didn't turn around when he heard him entering the room.

"Tch, such a messy little brat." He tutted. "I'd wager you haven't sorted your possessions out once since you arrived here."

It was true, but being embarrassed about his reckless attitude was the least of Eren's worries. There was something a little more urgent he had to attend to. It was of vital importance that Heichou stopped looking in his closet this very instant. God forbid if he ended up looking at the back of the bottom shelf - Eren would have probably died of shame if that were-

Heichou's hand was reaching calmly towards the bottom shelf. Eren's nightmares were coming true. He had to intervene.

Eren jumped between the idol and his closet, hindering the older man's path, and blocking that bottom shelf for dear life.

"H-Heichou!" Eren panicked. "Don't look down there, honestly there's nothing interesting. It's not right for you to have to clean up my closet anyway-"

He felt a forceful hand grab his shoulder, and shove him out the way with one brutal swipe. Eren nearly fell to the ground, but he staggered and collapsed back on the bed, thrown away and defeated. He let out a small whimper, as he felt he was about to die. Heichou made a beeline for the bottom shelf of the closet. He tore the initial layer of coats and scarves out the way, digging right to the back, and discovering the younger boy's great shame.
So that was the day Levi found out about Eren's waifu pillows. Eren had tried his absolute best to keep them hidden - thinking that nobody would dare to try and clean up such a messy closet - the piles of dirty clothes were supposed to be a deterrent.

As Heichou pulled the nearest pillow out, Eren regressed while sitting on his bed. He could feel his soul leaking out. He would probably die before Heichou could comment. Please, death, now. Anything was better than seeing Heichou's disapproving glare.

The black haired man inspected the printed picture on the pillow closely. "Hm. I realised that you were an appreciator of Arashi's work - they are a very talented group, I admit - but somehow I didn't anticipate this level of devotion." He held up the pillow of Jun Matsumoto - Eren's absolute favourite most handsome Arashi member of all time forever.

"It doesn't belong to me!" Eren claimed, desperately. "I would never own something so disgusting! It's actually Armin's! Armin was too afraid of getting caught with all that kinky crap so he dumped it all on me!"

Heichou just raised a single eyebrow. "Don't try and lie to me, brat, you're terrible at it."

Eren didn't know why his heart was still beating. It was time to die, honestly. Another excuse. He needed another excuse. "Look, when I came here for the first time," Eren tried, "there weren't enough pillows on my bed. And it was the middle of the night and I didn't want to bother anyone, so I went looking around the storage cupboards, and those were the only pillows I could find. I get a really sore neck if I don't sleep on enough pillows!"

Heichou didn't buy it for one second. He just held the Jun Matsumoto pillow up by one corner, at arm's length, as if it were infectious. "This pillow shows obvious signs of vigorous use. If you would like me to point them out, I could list twenty-three different pieces of evidence with which to prove my point. But I'm sure both of us would much rather not endure that."

Eren just glanced gloomily at the floor of his room, defeated. Heichou tossed the disgusting pillow back onto the bottom shelf and closed the cupboard hastily. It made his eye twitch to think of the mess he was leaving behind, untidied. But, in the long run, it would probably do more damage to his mental state to see the entirety of Eren's pillow collection on that shelf - than it would be to resist cleaning one cupboard. So he went to sit next to the depressed Eren on the bed. The younger boy seemed incapable of speaking. It wasn't exactly fair of him, storming into Eren's room without permission. But the door had been open, and he'd seen that one Sexy Zone poster on the wall askew, and he just had to fix it.

"I met Arashi a few times during my career," Heichou admitted. "I've always been a fan of their work." Not as much as Eren. Not nearly. "What happened to them in the end was downright tragic."

It had been a few years since that fateful day when Arashi's career had ended, but it still pained Eren to talk about it. "I won't ever be able to forget what happened in their final concert." Eren felt a tear coming to his eye. "How the colossal Miku threw them all offstage so savagely when they lost the SoundTitan! final. Satoshi became paralyzed because he broke his neck from the fall, and Sho fractured both his legs so he has to get around on crutches. They will never dance in sync again. This... this is why I can never forgive the Vocaloids. Not until armoured Kaito and the ten meter Gakpo are dead in the ground."

"Well, I'm not so foolish as to let a titan blue haired girl throw you off a stage to your death," Heichou replied. "We'll avenge Arashi and live to tell the tale."

Eren could hardly believe how much of an Arashi fan Heichou truly was. Of course, considering how wonderful Arashi was, it was understandable. "What's your favourite Arashi song?" Eren asked, out of interest. "Mine is-"

"Truth?" Heichou filled in.

Omg double wow WTF like amazing. Eren couldn't believe it. "Wow that one's my favourite too!" Eren squealed, remembering how classy the violins were, along with the slick dancing in the video.

"Huh." Heichou snorted, getting up from the bed. "Perhaps the brat doesn't have such bad tastes in music after all." Slowly, without another word, he paced towards the door of the room and made to leave. Without so much as saying a goodbye.

Why was this happening!? 'No! I finally managed to get Heichou in my bedroom, and now he's just leaving!' Tragedy was striking. He had to do something about it.

"HEICHOUUUUU!" he shouted out, before the star was out of ear range.

To his great relief, the man with that pitch black hair and those stormy eyes returned to lean on the door-frame, though only for a moment. He sighed. "Heichou isn't my real name. But not even the most devoted of fangirls know that secret."

Eren was twitching with frustration. "Why won't you tell me?! Do you have some kind of super scarred secret special backstory or a dark dark past?!"

"Perhaps you'll know the truth soon. But how do I know you won't just go and sell my story to some tabloid?" He glared blankly at Eren's mystified, open-mouthed gaze. It was excruciating to observe. "Knuckle down, and start practising. I won't have us losing the competition because you waste your time staring stupidly into space."

He didn't see Heichou again for the rest of the night.

Wow. I've always tried to stay away from OOC, but Eren and Levi are really evolving into something I'm pretty sure Hajime Isayama wouldn't even recognise with a microscope. Oh well, it's for the sake of yaoi. I really can't contain my laughter when I think of Levi's dark backstory, but you'll have to wait until later for that ;)

I'm not actually a massive Arashi fan, they're just the ones I thought are more appropriate for Eren to fangirl over. (Although this chapter may convince you otherwise). Truth is the only song from them that I absolutely love because it's the voted character song of one of my favourite anime characters of all time - prizes if anyone knows the hell what I'm talking about.

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