I'm so sorry, it feels a little rushed but I had to get this done with only a small window of time and little patience to do so. But please, enjoy.

By the way. I do not condone Self-Harm, I disagree with it, however. It does make me sad how people do it, it sickens me the torture these people go through to end up doing something so drastic. If anyone who is reading this does Self-Harm, please stop. You may think you're alone, but you're not. Probably far from it. Talk to someone about it, get help. Please.

Anyway, If Self-Harm is a trigger, please skip ahead a bit. There are only mentions in this chapter, nothing like the previous one.

Enjoy reading and send me feed back, I need to know how I am doing and if there is ANYTHING I can do better don't hesitate to tell me, I take criticism very well.

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It has been a two weeks since the incident and Eren was being good. He hadn't done it anymore. It started to repulse him. That and the fact Mikasa stopped buying razors and switched to wax strips instead.

Things have been really awkward in school. First of all he had a week off. No students knew the reason, hell neither did the headmaster. Hanji was the one that filed his absence. When Headmaster Smith asked her about it, she said it was too personal; he stopped asking.

The first week back was exhausting. He had his fellow class members drilling him with questions. Eren didn't even know a few of them. He had Jean constantly 'digging' at Eren, suggesting the most bizarre reasons for Eren's absence. Majority were embarrassing, but true they were not. Most people knew that. But there were a few stupidly gullible people that did believe him. The ones that believed Jean were the dumb popular kids. That care more about their status and social status than their education. They were the people that caused Eren to hate school.

Art class had been awkward too. Mr Rivaille would purposely never come near Eren. Which the brunette was glad for. But it made the whole 'avoiding' business rather difficult; Eren was situated on the table closest to the very man he needed to be furthest from. Neither exchange glances of words. The only thing that linked them together was the fact that they breaths hitched and their hearts jumped every time the other made a movement, or spoke.

Eren had thought, so much. He came a conclusion he wasn't entirely happy with. He concluded he was in fact, in love. The one he loved was the very person that had broken him.

Even after all that had happened, Eren still loved Levi.

The brunette tried many times to convince himself against the predicament but to no avail, he was truly, in love.

The fact that they ignored each other was tearing Eren apart. He never believed in love at first sight. Hell, he has never even loved before but his instinct confirmed the news he feared.

Though Eren's heart told him to confront the man, to talk to him. His body and mind thought otherwise. They didn't want to repeat the whole ordeal from two weeks ago. No way. He couldn't face another broken heart he simply couldn't.

But, before Eren could reprimand with Levi, he needed to talk to his sister, about his sexuality. He feels she needs to know.

After school, Eren made his way home in haste. Luckily it was his sister's day off so he had all the time in the world to talk to her. Eren started to rub his hands along his shoulders, warming himself. The sun was starting to set too. It was getting late autumn, the days were getting shorter and the weather colder. He continued to rub his arms, his sleeved accidently rising. Eren's wrist caught on the zipper. He swore profanities as the cold metal reopened his scars. They still hadn't fully healed, which was strange. Eren was normally fast at healing cuts, so much so, doctors were so baffled by this. Eren shrugged it off as he really didn't want to think about that. That time. Instead he turned his attention to his stinging, now bleeding wrist.

The brunette always kept plasters in his pocket so he smoothly whipped one out, quickly littering the little plastic sections and lining the sticky fabric along the cut.

Eren sighed, tugging down his sleeves as far as they could go, his hands scrunching the fabric together, preventing any air from coming in. The brunette decided not to rub himself and shoved his clothed hands under his armpits.

Once Eren reached his apartment block, he nodded to the door man and made his way to the elevator, keying in his floor number. The place he lived wasn't bad, but it wasn't 5* either, it was about a 3/4*.

He hummed along to the cheesy elevator music, glad he was rising alone. The elevator dinged for his floor; he made his way to their flat and keyed the door, opening it with a click.

"Oh, hello, Eren. How was your day?" His adopted sister asked, her tone devoid of any emotion.

"My day? Okay, I suppose. I still keep getting bombarded with questions though." He plainly answered, picking a drink from the fridge. "Mikasa?"

"Yes, Eren."

Said Eren took a seat next to Mikasa, setting down the contents in his hands and filling them with Mikasa's. "Mikasa, I'm gay."

The former girl sighed, relieved? "Oh, Eren!" She said taking the, now shaking, boy into her arms. She swiped a thumb across his cheek, to have it come away damp.

Eren was slightly shocked as he didn't realise he was crying. He decided against pulling away, to wipe his face. Instead he gripped Mikasa tighter. "Oh, Eren," she repeated. "I thought you were going to tell me some bad news."

From being previously shocked, Eren was now fully shocked. "Bad news? This is bad news isn't it? Aren't you disgusted with me? I mean, I am attracted to my own sex!"

"Eren, of course this isn't bad news. It's good news. Anyway, just because you're attracted to men doesn't mean you're any less of a person. In fact, confessing, as you did, makes you more of a person. Eren, you're all I have, I will do nothing but support you. In any way shape or form."

The reaction from Mikasa made Eren let loose. He cried and cried. Mikasa ended up coddling him and whispering soothing words to the blubbering boy. After what seemed like hours, Eren could cry no more and a wake of exhaustion washed over him.

After thanking Mikasa and giving his sister a, kiss on the cheek goodnight, Eren made his way to his room. Flopping down into the duvet and wrapping it tightly around him.

In the morning, Eren felt a little refreshed but all the crying from last night left his eyes red and sore.

Once he prepared for school and left, Eren took the opportunity to check his phone, as he hadn't since the previous day.

Two new messages: Armin Arlert

Armin was Eren and Mikasa's childhood friends, they never did anything, unless it was with each other. They were practically inseparable. That was, until Mikasa went to high school (she was older than the other two), she started to make new friends, growing more distant from her brother and Armin. It was in high school too, that Eren and Armin slowly began to drift apart. They realised they were both two completely different people. Armin being this genius child, a mastermind and Eren being extremely creative. Though they grew further, neither dared relinquish their title as 'best friends.' Eren opened up the text, scanning through the text of the first message.

Scared, Eren started to feel scared. Armin knew.

From: Armin Arlert

Eren~ I'm proud of you man, for coming out. You're so brave! But, I didn't think you were gay. I mean I have known you since we were both kids, how could I not have expected anything. Anyway, I'm proud of you Eren and don't think I value you any less because of this.

Armin knew. How did he know? Thoughts and questions similar to this aerated their way through Eren's mind. But all were silenced after reading the next.

From: Armin Arlert

Mikasa told me btw, if you were wondering. I can't believe you told her and not me, I feel a little hurt. But I love you all the same :)

Mikasa? She told him. Eren was hurt, so hurt. He felt betrayed. But then he realised, she didn't betray him at all. He never asked her to keep it a secret. At this he mentally sighed.

The rest of his journey to school was filled with… fright. Eren was so scared. What if Armin had told somebody? How would people react? Stop it Eren, he mentally scolded everything will be fine, Armin wouldn't tell, he wouldn't.

By the time Eren reached the school doors, he was a little flustered and panicked, on the verge of tears. Fearing that he might break down in the corridor, he made his way through the people lined corridor, ignoring people's stares. He thought they were staring because he was practically running. But, oh no. He couldn't have been more wrong.

The brunette smashed through the bathroom door, not caring if anyone was in there. Luckily there didn't seem to be.

Eren waved his hands under the tap, waiting for the motion sensors to pick up his movement. When they did the water started. Eren began to fanatically, and noisily splash water onto his face. By doing this he didn't notice someone had come into the room.

His back connected sharply with tile, making his squeak a little.

Eren wiped his water filled eyes to reveal a large intimidating man before him. He was one of the school's rugby player. The brunette suddenly felt nauseous. He was going to be sick. Eren's features softened to a pathetic look.

"What's the matter, Gayger?" The voice spat.

Yep, Eren was definitely going to be sick.

Hello! Thank you for reading this chapter, please come back for more.

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Sorry for using Self-Harm in my story, I know it is serious, that is why it is used.

& poor Eren! I love homosexual people, they're SO cute!