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This chapter took me a while to write but it was fun. I just thought I would tell you, I started a new fanfiction called 'Long Distance', please check it out, review, favourite, all?

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"Eren, what's wrong?" The cheery English teacher asked.

The brunette didn't look up and just shrugged. After a few moments of silence Eren managed to choke, "I'm just worried, that's all." He hoped that she didn't follow up his answer. Ms Petra wasn't normally the pushy type, but when something caused her students to be unhappy, she peppered them until they finally gave in. But with her sweet voice, it didn't take her long.

Eren glanced at Ms Petra, her eyebrow pitched up. "About what, Eren?" She inhaled.

The brunette expected her to ask questions like 'is everything okay at home?' or 'Are you being bullied.' But, no.

"Is it about Mr Rivaille?"

Eren's breath hitched which caused him to choke on a bit of saliva. A blush started to spread his face, his heart pounding against his rib cage. "I'm sorry, I have to go." The boy left, not giving Ms Petra a chance to answer. He made his way over to the art department. It was the end of the day and so Eren had to go to the art department. Eren contemplated sneaking out of school, multiple times. But he opted out of it because that meant he would have to spend more time in the icy glare of Mr Rivaille. A buzz sounded in Eren's pocket, making him jump from his deep thoughts. He pulled it out.

New text: Mikasa

'What is wrong with this girl? I swear, if she could, she would lock me in my room,' Eren huffed. Tapping away at his phones temporary keyboard.

To Eren:

Where are you?

Sent, 3:01. 23/4/14

From Eren:

I'm at school, Mikasa. I have some after school work to do. Don't worry I'm fine. I will call you when I am heading home.

Sent, 3:02. 23/4/14

Eren left his messages and opted to play on 'Flappy bird,' that game was addictive; yet angering. A few curses seeped from his lips as the bird died, over and over. The brunette was so enraptured by the game, he didn't notice the footsteps that made their way around the corner. As he made his way around the white washed corner, Eren hit a hard object. It was as stiff and unmoving as a rock.

The sudden contact made Eren jump and throw his phone to the floor. "Fuck," he cursed quickly reaching for it. 'please be okay, please be okay.' The brunette turned his phone over and sighed with relief. He had completely forgotten how this situation had happened. That was until Eren heard someone clearing their throat infront of him. The teal eyed man snapped his head up. Teal meeting Grey, one more. "M-mr Rivaille! I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

The charcoal-haired man just hummed in response.

This sent Eren into a whole new world of awkward.

"I was just on my way to see where you could have gotten to, brat." Levi started to walk away, pausing when he noticed Eren. Standing there, blush on his face. The raven-haired man inwardly smiled at the cute spectacle. 'No, stop it Levi, he is your student.'

'A cute one though.'

'Argh, stop being a dirty perv.'

"Come on brat, or do you want me to hold your hand?"

This question just deepened Eren's light pink blush to a dark, crimson red. Levi just raised an eyebrow and smirked. He turned sharply on his heal and walked towards his domain.

Eren remained in the spot until he collected his thoughts together and jogged up to Levi. The walk to art was silent but strangely comforting to both men.

Levi pushed open the door and took a seat behind his desk. Eren, however, made his way over to where his classes' art folders were stored. After looking over the spot a few times, Eren noticed his missing. He let out a sigh of desperation and panic, 'Did I leave it at home? No, I'm sure I didn't. I didn't even take it home.'

"Hey brat, your folder's here. I took it out to have a look." He paused, adjusting his glasses. 'Wow… he looks so cute in glasses, in fact forget that. He looks beautiful with glasses.' Eren didn't notice him wearing them so he concluded that the raven-haired man must have put the on whilst he was looking for his folder. His folder! The teal-eyed boy made his way to Levi, reaching for the art folder that the man held out.

Eren a felt a warm; but firm hand under his own. He realised that he had misjudged the distance and was now 'holding hands' with Levi. The brunette quickly shifted his hand to the side, leaving Levi's out in the cold.

The older man loosened his grip and let Eren take it from him. "It's good, Eren." The way Levi said his name in his, silky smooth voice sent thrills down Eren's spine.

"U-um Th-hanks… I guess," Eren stated, the blush and nerves not budging one bit.

The brunette boy went to his normal seat, which is the far corner of the room.

"What are you doing? Sit here, brat." Mr Rivaille said, flicking his hand toward the desk closest to him.

Eren gulped. "S-sorry… it's just, I normally sit over here and well-"

"Is that so? Well, this is your new place from now on."

He nodded and took his place next to the shorter man, flopping down his folder. A clean crack emanated from his folder as he pulled up the Velcro. The brunette pulled out my art book and turned it to the next clean page. "Erm… Mr Rivaille, what do I do now?" Eren asked, as quiet as a mouse.

Levi took a sip of his coffee, 'This brat is going to be the end of me, I swear.' "So, Jeager. The subject we are covering is architecture."

Eren raised a fist in triumph. He had always wanted to become an architect, so doing about it in art was, perfect.

"Calm down, brat. Anyway," he said pulling out a pile of photos. "I have these images to help you. What you are to do is, pick out which parts you like the best and create a piece with them."

The brunette picked up the pile of photos and shuffled through them. Laying out his favourite ones by the side of him. They were all really stunning, real works of art. "Did you take these?" Eren asked.

Levi nodded. "I used to be a photographer," He deadpanned, giving the clear indication, he would not further with the conversation.

After looking through the whole pile he managed to pick out 4 which he really liked the look of.

The first, a picture of a snarling gargoyle perched on top of a vast stone pillar. It clearly belonged to the church. Moss started to gather at the corners. It showed signs of weathering, it no longer seemed defined and the edges that should have been soft were smoothed down.

The second picture was of stained glass. Vibrant colours, cold colours, warm colours. Every colour imaginable was stuck into place. Their tiny shards pasted in by lead. They mosaicked themselves into intricately spun designs. Lines and curves complimented themselves. The art-form bursting with life, with colours.

A Tudor house, the third. Lopsided charcoal beams, held the structure. The lack of precision and straight lines, giving it a homely vibe. Clinical white filled the space between the beams. It had two floors. Along the top, small lead-lined windows were dotted around. On the ground floor, a heavy oak door centred. A window either side. Mossy and aged tile topped the building, like icing on a cake.

Last but not least was, a barn conversion. Sizable windows spanned the umber exterior wood. It was dusk and the sun was setting, casting shadows of the floor of the courtyard –where the photo was taken-. Bright, white lights shone inside the monotonous barn; providing it with the life and character, it clearly lacked, on the exterior. On the inside, creamy wood beams stretched across the high ceilings. Various cream and light and pastel coloured furniture dotted around the expansive room. Potted plants brought even more life into to room. The glow from the interior contrasted the dull outside world of dark umbers and warm oranges.

Eren was stunned by them all. Taking in every single detail. "These are stunning, Mr Rivaille!" He gaped, a shit-eating grin stretching from cheek to cheek.

The art teacher just raised an eyebrow at the excitable student.

The brunette stood up and walked over to Mr Rivaille, searching through the pot of artist pencils on his desk. Eren picked out a 2H pencil and took his seat. The raven-haired man's eyes following him as he did so. Once sat down, Eren flicked through the 4 images before turning back to his book. Roughly, sketched out the figure of a gargoyle, similar to the one in the picture. A sweat broke the boy's hairline as his nerves got the better of him. Levi just wouldn't stop staring, glaring at him.

Mr Rivaille's eyes flicked from Eren, to his hand, then his paper. This cycle repeated a couple of times, before Eren looked up. Teal meeting grey. Neither dared to break the contact. The boy noticed a flicker of emotion, but as soon as it appeared, it was gone again. 'Happiness? Pleasure? Relief?' The thoughts of what this emotion was, packed into Eren's mind. 'It was definitely a positive emotion' he thought, once more.

Eren was the first to break contact. A fine blush appearing, instantly, as he peered down at his shoes. The boy looked up at the clock.

4:06

'Shit, I better get home.' "M-mr Rivaille, I have to go." Eren piped up. Not bearing to look at the raven-haired man.

"Mhm… Okay Jeager. Just put your stuff away first," Levi replied.

Eren got up and put his pencil back into the tub, and placed all the item back in his folder. He walked over and bent down to place his folder in his class's compartment.

"Nice ass, Jeager," was the teacher's words.

The brunette quickly shot, bolt upright. His pink tinted cheeks were now a red deeper than deep. Without a single word, Eren rushed out of the room, picking up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder.

Once Eren was outside, he walked home. Running the events of the day through his mind. At his door, Eren realised. He left his phone.

'Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Levi, you idiot! Don't you ever think before you speak?' Levi thought, as his mouth slipped up. He was completely devastated; yet amused, by the antics that just played out. Devastated because he had revealed his thoughts. But amused by the boy's reactions.

'He did have a nice ass, though' Levi mused to himself. The teacher's attention was drawn from his thoughts, to a shiny black object on the table where Eren was previously situated. He wandered over and picked it up, 'the stupid brat, he must have forgotten it in his rush.' Levi had found himself on the contacts section of the boy's phone. The raven-haired man hesitated for a moment, but took note of Eren's contact details, putting them into his own phone.

After he had done that, Levi slipped Eren's phone into his drawer. Mentally noting to give it back to him tomorrow, which was fine; he had him first and last.

Levi has Eren's number :3 Cheeky!

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