A/N: it makes me so sad I can't break things into parts with tiny little brackets on here as I can on AO3. But oh well -weeps into the distance-
Walking into the dorm, Levi's good mood dropped by an innumerable amount. Eren's clothes were everywhere; every walking space in the vicinity of the room was covered by the unwashed mess, well what he assumed was unwashed, knowing Eren. To make matters worse the guy wasn't even here.
There is no way in hell he's cleaning all this shit up for the inept brunette.
Levi stormed back out into the hallway and whipped out his phone, dialing the shit-head's number. After about three to four rings, he picked up.
"Levi? I'm kinda shocked that you're call - "
"Please tell me why you think it's acceptable to leave the room like it is." Levi growled into the phone, rousing stumbled gibberish from the man on the other line.
"Ah-uh-well- "
"Don't hurt yourself."
"I was in a hurry this morning, Levi! I swear I'll clean it up when I get back… "
He wonders if he should cut the guy some slack but when his mind traces back to the state of the room that he couldn't even walk ten centimeters into, his attitude becomes more resolute.
He released an irritated sigh. "When exactly is that going to be?"
"I dont know, maybe twenty minutes if I walk - "
"Well you better fucking run."
"Are you serious?! Is that a threat - "
"If you know me well at all, you already know the answer to that."
Being the master of conversation Levi is, he ended the call like that. Leaving the phone in his palm, he clenched his fist and leaned back against the dorm residence wall and began to wait.
This wouldn't be the first time Eren has done this, and at first Levi wasn't as perturbed about it as he was now. He respected hygiene but he was in no way obsessively compulsive about it but it took just that time, that one time, where he thought he would be nice once more and help his new roomate - at the time - out with cleaning up his things, and found three of the boys' underwear near the head of his own bed, that was it for him. He ended up ripping his bedsheets and pillow covers off his bed and washed them rigorously. Twice.
The sound of tapping on linoleum broke him out of cringing reminiscing and he looked to the stairwell far over on the left to see Eren's head as he hopped up the stairs. A blonde boy was following in close pursuit and he figured that it must be Armin because who else could it possibly be. Soon the wheezing duo stood near the dorm, and when his friend came in close proximity, his assumptions were correct. They got here pretty quickly so he guesses that Armin must have driven him, thus forcing Eren to probably drag poor Armin into his sprint from the student parking lot to the dorm fearing the threat he applied on the phone. He almost feels bad.
"Armin." He regarded him and lifted his hand in a slight wave.
"Hi, Levi." Armin responded and nodded, giving him a shy smile while catching his breath.
"So you greet the best friend of your roommate but completely ignore me? I see how it is." Eren gibed and rolled his eyes, flicking the piece of hair that fell into his eyes from where he rushed over to Levi out of the way. He steadied a teasingly angered gaze onto the shorter man.
"Just get inside and clean up, it's disgusting." Levi gestured to the door and picked up his bag that he set on the floor while he was waiting.
"Yeah, yeah." Eren sighed vexingly, turning the handle of the door and whisking it open.
Apparently he hadn't even seen the state he left the room in earlier this morning because the look on his face was priceless once he registered it all at once. His face was twisted into an expression of abhorrence.
"Jeez Eren, Levi really had every right to call you like he did when we got out of class. This place is a mess… " Armin chimed with a grimace set on his petite features as he tried to step into the room while behind him, his brows furrowing. Eren laughed at the seriousness he was emitting.
"Oh stop it, mom." He responded, grabbing a hamper from the side of the room and dropped several pairs of pants into it.
Levi entered the room to a sight of Eren barely bent over picking up his clothes and he couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed the sight more than he probably should have and he engraved it into his memory that damn, those jeans look really, really good on him and damn they fit him just right.
"Put more of your back into it." Levi said while walking past the slow-moving cleaner, kicking him in the ass with his boot, inducing a startled yelp from the recipient. He would lie to himself and say that he just needed the brunette to move faster so he could get to his desk without stepping on clothes, but he honestly just wanted to somehow touch that glorious booty.
"Don't kick my ass!" Eren yelled while trying to catch himself before he fell into the hamper. Armin let out a few giggles as he watched.
"Well, since it seems like Levi isn't going to kill you anytime soon, that's my cue to leave. I have that number theory report to work on…and Eren, don't wait until last minute to do your graphics studying, you know what Mikasa will do if she finds out you failed another exam."
"You don't have to remind me twice." He shuddered, holding up a black shirt that he picked up to sniff out its wearability. He deemed it okay so he threw it on his bed. "See ya."
"Bye, Levi." Armin smiled brightly and waved, leaving the two in the room alone when he shut the door.
Since the path to his desk was cleared, Levi strolled by Eren to set his bag down.
"If you put that foot anywhere near my ass again, so help me… " Eren pointed his finger accusingly at him while gripping the back of the hamper as if for a way of defense. Levi just shrugged the threat off and set his bag down on his desk. He walked over to his small wardrobe to change out of his work uniform.
"As if you would actually do anything, moron." He stated when he put a green t-shirt on, running a hand through his dark hair once the clothing was settled in place.
"Don't belittle me." Eren sneered, his eyes narrowing. It would have been intimidating if he wasn't doing that pout he always seems to sport when he's angry.
"Cute, Eren. The way you pout your lips makes my heart race, really." Levi said mockingly and laughed at how embarrassed he made Eren with those words. His puffer-fish defense system is malfunctioning and he thinks the brunette is starting to realize it too. He wasn't lying though about what he said - that's the thing. He regrets saying the words jokingly because now, Eren will never take him seriously if he decides to say them with true feeling.
"Whatever… " Eren mumbled with a slight blush, continuing to pick up the last of his clothes.
"Hey Levi, come over here for a sec'." Eren called over from his desk, face intently staring at his laptop screen. Levi strided over to see what he could possibly want and why exactly he just had to interrupt him while he was working on his paper of ancient Greek sculptures.
"Since you have such a keen-eye for old art, what do you think of this design? My professor said that there's a certain quality I have to choose from to base my report and… " Eren started to type into several search bars while explaining what exactly he had to present in class in two weeks. But Levi got distracted as he watched him…
The way his long, slender fingers glided over the keyboard put him in a trance-like state. At first he was mesmerized by the beauty of the tanned digits - he's always had a thing for hands - but then his imagination started becoming hyper aware of all the little movements the hands made. What would it feel like to have those hands caress his face tenderly, or maybe to even grab him roughly by the chin when he wanted his attention? The way the soft skin of his palm would solicitously make their way up his shirt, would he feel any callousness in the intimate act? What about when they would trace their way around his bare thigh -
" ... work on our ratings tonight, since we both don't have class and you don't have work until, like what, twelve?"
Levi was broken out of his reverie when he seen Eren's face come into view, his shining turquoise eyes wide and questioning, not suspecting a thing of the sensual upheaval taking place in his mind.
Oh shit when did Eren start talking about the game? Wasn't he talking about classes? How long has he been staring at his fingers? He felt a heat start to radiate and glow within his face and he knew without a doubt his paleness was turning carmine.
Eyeing the screen to see a picture of a Roman vase pulled up, he looked away to shake himself out of embarrassment. He coughed a few times.
"A-ah yeah, I'm sure that's fine. Sure." He refused to look Eren in the eye for once when he sent him an enthusiastic smile. What exactly did he agree to again? Oh right, work on their ratings in PvP…
It was routine for both Levi and Eren to sit next to each other when they do strictly PvP - to have easier access to see where each of them are within each arena, battleground, and contested territory. Also, it prevents Eren from having to turn around from his normal seating position at his desk because him turning around just to shoot Levi an angry look and shout to him "Why don't you help me, jerk?!" has left him dead too many times to count, leaving Levi to unwillingly deal with his mess in game and emotional mess out.
After about an hour of PvP, they decided to level up their professions while they were out roaming the continent.
"Hey, you're probably going to want to watch out while flying around that area over there. There's a huge amount of Alliance guards that are positioned high up and I doubt you could drop in and kill them all." Levi stated when he looked over to Eren's own screen.
Eren made a gurgling noise of detest "I know this, Levi."
He mockingly eyed the grumbling boy next to him. "That's what you said last time and you had to die three times just to get your body out of an aggro spot."
"I did not… " Eren insisted and pursed his lips.
"You really wanna' go there?" He shifted so he was facing Eren more openly and raised his eyebrows challengingly.
"Shut up." He muttered and moved closer to the screen so Levi couldn't see his face.
"Thought so."
Since Eren was the only one left with a gathering profession to be leveled, they went to go to an area that had an abundance of Talandra's Rose.
He only had one point to go until capping his points and Levi was actually pretty impressed because he's usually a lazy ass and slacks off, making it take about two months just to get twenty-five profession points. And here he was in full glory, gaining fifty in just one night. He gave in and gave the excited boy a few comforting shoulder pat-rubs, earning a beaming look from the brunette.
Obviously this was too much because the idiot got cocky and found his last herb closeby a Gnome also farming. Needless to say, they both rushed it and Eren killed the flagged Gnome, winning the herb. What Levi didn't tell him was that he noticed prior to the encounter that the Gnome had guild buddies, flagged and capped in level, nearby accompanying him. Vengeance was the little man's and Levi tried his damned hardest to suppress his bubbling snickers as he watched Eren's cow die.
It was also pretty funny because of the fact they killed just Eren and left Levi be when he was flagged as well.
"Noo!" Eren shrieked and his hands went to his hair. He leaned onto Levi's right side and pushed his head onto his shoulder. "Avenge me… " He said in a high-pitched whimper.
"You want me to avenge your death because you stole an herb from a Gnome with friends?" Levi looked down at the brown head that was resting on his body.
"Yeah, show them I have friends too!"
"I bet you would do the same thing if the positions were reversed."
"I've seen you take and fully defend a base by yourself with no healers for long periods of time and you dealt with each incoming with almost no problems, Levi. It would be a piece of cake for you. What's the problem?"
"Is that so… maybe I just like seeing you in distress." He smirked and lightly smacked Eren's head, trying to get him to remove it from his shoulder and sit up. Of course, he ignored the tamperings and left it there. Damn it… he really has the nerve to leave his head on me. He has no idea how much of a wreck it throws me in. Levi's fingers twitched above the boy's head - he could almost feel how soft to the touch his hair would be.
"And plus, clean up your own damn mess 'cause I'm sure as hell not gonna' let you use me to do it. I'll laugh the moment you rez yourself and find out that his friends are camping your body."
Eren looked up at him with an appalled look on his face but really all Levi could think was that he should have known better than to expect a different response from him.
"They're camping my body?!" He picked himself up from the slumping position on Levi's body and hastily leaned forward to his laptop.
"And you're just watching!" He looked back to Levi in disbelief.
"Obviously I am, and stop yelling. You're going to give us both a headache." Levi waved his hand to dismiss him and turned back towards his own screen. Eren in return just scowled and flipped him off - bad mistake on his part because he soon got a hard slap to the back of the head, making him wince.