It had been a month since Levi agreed to come to the show and he hasn't backed out yet. That made me extremely happy. It meant he was going to hear the song I had planned for him. Even though he didn't say he liked me, he did say I would have to wait and find out till I wasn't his student.

I can be dense at times and when he first told me that he would eventually tell me how he felt, I was too excited to even consider the possibilities of why he wanted to wait to tell me. He could have said I had to wait because he didn't feel the same and he had to break it to me gently after I was out of this class so we didn't have to see each other in such thick air. Or he really did like me too and he was being smart about it and waiting till I wasn't his student anymore. I couldn't help thinking it was the former and he just wants to mess with me.

Maybe he's bored and I'm convenient. I mean, it is easy to break a heart when someone is offering theirs to you. That just means you don't have to spend time trying to steal it to break it…

No, try not to think like that. There is a possibility.

Well if it is that he just wants to hurt me then I wish to stop existing when this all comes to an end.

Since the day I gave him the flowers and CD, once a week I would bring him a real red rose and every day I had class, I brought him coffee. I always left it black, just how he liked it. I learned that the first day I brought him a cup and had put a colossal amount of sugar in it. The poor man gagged and it was my fault. Sure, it was embarrassing but the way he assured me he was okay to save from hurting my feelings- I assume- was endearing.

I had class this morning again since it was Tuesday- I had this particular class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I made sure to set my alarm last night for a half hour before I normally got up because today I wanted to start trying to have longer conversations with Levi. Lately it's been the basic 'How are you?' and 'I'm good and you?' conversations. The only personal thing I learned about Levi since our very first meeting at registration was that he was 26 years old, likes black coffee and spoke French – which I think is kind of hot though the only thing I could get him to say was 'Faites vos devoirs ce soir.' Which I later found out meant 'Do your homework tonight.'

I also picked up that he was a sucker for flowers.

I looked over to the clock on the bedside table to see the alarm would go off in two minutes. I decided to treasure them and close my eyes.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I turned to glare at the source of the horrendous noise like that would make it stop. Not because I didn't want to get up, I was fully awake but I didn't want to wake up Armin who was an extremely light sleeper.

He had went on his first date with Erwin last night and they went to a pizza parlor in downtown Melbourne with live music and a bar, staying there till around eleven I think- or that's what he told me.

Then driving around for a while is what he said. Those were all the details I got. Of course I was curious but I wasn't going to pry. All I cared was that he was happy and from the way he came back practically glowing last night, I assumed he was.

It was no surprise Armin had already sat up in his bed across the room by the time I had shut off the alarm. He sat there looking dazed for a moment then proceeded to rub his eyes rather cutely.

"Mornin." He mumbled.

I chuckled while stretching. "Gooood morning my dearest best friend."

"What time is it?" He asked, voice still raspy.

"Six forty-five."

He threw himself face down on his pillow with a barely audible 'hmmp' as I jumped out of bed to grab my clothes and everything else I needed to shower. I pulled out some of my nicer jeans and a blue/green button up that Mikasa insisted on buying me since it matched my supposedly turquoise eyes.

After I was ready to go, I got in my car to go pick up some flowers before I had to drive back so Armin and I could to head to class.

The little flower shop that I started going to just recently was about a ten minuet drive away. It was run by a very obviously gay man in his thirties and his mother. I thought it was sweet that they ran a business together.

I walked into the bright little shop with wallet in hand. I decided to leave my car running since it would be quick. The bell above the door chimed as I ran in and both the woman and her son turned to greet me from behind the counter.

"Look who's back to get his 'special friend' some more roses!" said the woman with a smile across her face.

I chuckled. "Actually I was hoping to get my special friend some gardenias this time."

"Why the change?" the man asked.

I froze. I needed a way to say this without giving too much away then getting emotional. I cleared my throat after a moment. "Well they were my Mom's favorite flowers and I really enjoy the smell so I wanted to see if he would like them." I said 'he' on purpose instead of 'special friend' to maybe make them ask about Levi instead of wondering why I said gardenias were my Mom's favorite flowers and not are her favorite flowers.

Suddenly the man's face lit up as he nudged his mother who was sighing. "See Mama I told you he was bringing them to a guy and not a girl. You owe me a bottle of wine."

She stepped out from behind the counter to retrieve the bouquet of gardenias. "Well congratulations on your first time winning one of these bets." She brought the flowers back to the counter and walked around to check me out. "How could you tell? He seems straight to me."

The man smirked and winked at me. "Gaydar."

I couldn't hide my endearing smile anymore from the pair but I still tried to contain the laughter.

"Well, what a lucky man he must be to have such a cutie bringing him flowers." The woman said as I handed her my card.

"I agree." The man said with a matching smile.

I walked out of the shop with flowers in hand and headed back to the dorms thinking about the woman and her son. Their last words ran through my head

What a lucky man to have such a cutie bringing him flowers.

Sometimes, hearing the things like that from others when you want to hear from a certain person makes you feel like you aren't good enough for that certain person. Why can other people see it but not him?

As I pulled into the parking lot in front of the dorms, all I could hope was that Levi felt lucky.

It was still a while before class started but I knew Levi would be there setting up.

"Hey," Armin began, "aren't you gonna get going?"

I was still sitting on my bed with my guitar in my lap, gardenias lying next to me. "I was waiting for you."

Armin was drying off his hair from is shower. "Uh, actually I was going to go see Erwin before his class starts." He said sheepishly.

I chuckled. "Okay, well I'll see you in class."

He smiled. "Okay."

I headed out the door- but not before making a failed attempt at fixing my hair again and smoothing out my shirt- with the flowers in hand and walked at a reasonable pace to Levi's classroom.

When I arrived, before knocking on the door, I gave myself a pep talk.

He will love the flowers; he will love them so much that he will leave them on his desk. He won't back out of the concert. He will feel lucky.

I knocked on the door and held the flowers behind my back. Levi swung the door open and stepped off to the side to let me in.

"Good morning, Eren." He said. I felt myself blush at him saying my name in his velvety voice.

I flashed a bright smile. "Good morning, Levi." I stepped in and walked over to his desk, facing him the whole way there so he couldn't see his flowers.

His lip pulled up slightly at the corner and though it was barely visible, I caught it. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh nothing." I said. I was waiting for him to close the door so I could show him the flowers.

When he did, he turned back to me. I was leaning on his desk holding out the flowers and waiting for his reaction. He didn't say anything as he walked towards me but I could see a faint blush creep across his cheeks.

I extended my arm further and held out the bouquet in a way that he would have to touch my hand to grab them. When he did finally reach out, instead of grabbing the bouquet, he placed his hand over mine and brought the flowers up to his beautiful face and inhaled.

He had his eyes closed and let out a sigh. When he opened them, he suddenly- but to my surprise, not roughly- pulled my arms by my hand that was underneath his holding the flowers. I had to stop myself from slamming into him.

He smelled amazing. His natural smell reminded me of cinnamon and cigarette smoke was almost completely covered up by a hint of expensive cologne. I blushed hard as I finally realized how close I was to him.

The flowers were between us as he tilted his head up- which I found pretty funny but somehow cute at the same time- to look me in the eyes. I realized he wasn't going to talk not as soon as I should have so I tried to break the silence that had stretched since I was lost in thought.

"Do you like them?" I almost whispered.

He chuckled and it was a lovely sound that I would do anything to hear again. "I love them." He said just as quietly. "Thank you."

I almost thought he was going to kiss me or ask me to kiss him but he instead pulled away. "You're welcome." I said as he walked behind me to wards his desk to set them down.

"You know, you're really sweet." He said still blushing. I saw a smirk spread across his lips and I couldn't decide whether it was really hot or really scary. "But I must ask," He continued, "No coffee today?"

My head was still reeling from him calling me 'sweet' but I was certain my stomach dropped as I realized I had forgotten his coffee for today. "Oh my Jesus, I'm so sorry! I can go run and get it now if you'd like." I said turning on my heel to run out the door until I felt his hand on my bicep. I was glad I had been working out lately. I may not be as muscular as Levi but I was definitely firm.

"I was kidding, Eren. Holy hell, if I asked you to jump off a cliff I bet you would do that too." And though I wasn't looking at him, I could hear the amusement in his tone.

He moved this hand up to my shoulder and turned me around. "I'm sorry. I'm so lame." I said sheepishly.

"No, like I said, you're sweet. And thank you. Anyway, I got you coffee today."

I was shocked. "Really?"

"Really." He said and turned to his desk. He pulled the cup holder out from behind a stack of books where I hadn't been able to see them at first. He handed me a coffee and I took a sip. It was sugary and creamy just the way I liked it.

"Mmm." Was the first noise that came out of me and I immediately regretted it because after I had made it is when I realized it sounded like a sexual moan. My eyes shot open as I looked at Levi who was… blushing?

Thank goodness there was a knock on the door now and we both looked at them time on the clock. Class started in fifteen minutes. I assumed it was Marco since he was always the first one to show up this early. Levi went to open the door and in stepped my freckled friend. While Levi was propping the door open, Marco flashed me a knowing grin and I rolled my eyes.

I went to my usual seat and set my things down on the chair next to me for Armin. Class went by quickly to my dismay and the only thing I could pay attention to- when Levi wasn't talking in that tone of his that held authority- were the gardenias that he had left on his desk.

For the next two weeks, Reiner, Bert, Jean and I spent a lot of time practicing when we could. Things between Jean and I were back to normal since he and Marco had gotten together- hallelujah- and the kiss was long forgotten.

Things continued on how they were before with Levi and I. I got him his coffee every day and a rose when I could – because those gardenias weren't freaking cheap.

There were no more close proximity moments and no more compliments. Other than the day he called me sweet. It's like he was afraid he got to close and backed off once he remembered our roles in each other's lives. Teacher and pupil. And honestly, I was okay with what I had gotten that day. Now it was only two weeks till I told Levi how I feel through a song just for him.