Setting down his small black tin, Levi reclined into his couch and stared at the tv as nickelodeon played. He snapped open the lid of his energy drink and took a few sips before he scooted over to Erwin, who was still working through his joint.
As he snuggled into the larger man's body, Levi took another drink, it was only when he felt some liquid spill onto his chin that he realised he forgot to stop drinking.
Erwin offered him the remainders of the dwindling joint and Levi graciously accepted, holding back a cough as he handed it back and resumed his position in Erwin's chest. Soon after, Erwin wrapped his arm around him and time passed swiftly as they enjoyed the cartoons.
Levi was the first to break the monotony, standing and snatching up a carton from the cedar coffee table as he moseyed to the balcony. The sliding glass door clicked loudly as he shut it and lit a cigarette as he leaned on the railing and enjoyed the smoke sliding down his throat.
He giggled as he thought of things sliding down his throat, and turned around to examine Erwin and the possibilities that lay with him. A few moments of deliberation slid by until Levi eventually sighed and returned to his cigarette. Some things are only for the imagination he decreed as he stamped his cigarette butt into the overflowing ashtray.
Upon returning to the lounge room, clutching a packet of original salt chips which he threw at Erwin with a "Nyeeee" before collapsing into him again and resuming his favourite position.
"Do you have salsa?" Erwin mumbled into Levi's hair
"Mmn," a few seconds passed before he finished his sentence, "in the fridge. If you want it get it yourself."
No one moved.
After much hitting and insults, Erwin was begrudgingly feeding Levi chips as he surfed through the tv channels. Settling on a romcom, Levi's mind drifted to his outburst earlier in the day. He almost felt sorry for Ymir, after all it wasn't her fault her parents came up with such a stupid name.
Would she tell Eren about the crazy, short guy that abused her? Maybe warning him in case Levi returned when Eren was working on the check out.
After realising that she probably would and that Eren would now think of him as a psychopath made Levi regret the paroxysm, which he put down to the fact that Eren might tell other students.
Thoughts of Eren kept ricocheting around his head, and Levi wondered what the brunette was doing at this moment.
"Erwin, you drove over here, right?" Levi grumbled
"Yeah, of course,"
"Can we run to the college just quick? I think I left something there." Levi sometimes felt bad for always making Erwin drive whilst stoned – the guy was a lawyer. The repercussions of being caught doing so would ruin his life forever, but it would ruin Levi's too and he knew which one he'd prefer.
"What did you leave?" Erwin inquired softly, his breath tickled Levi's hair.
"My… laptop." He had to improvise somehow after all.
"It's on the desk." Levi could have kicked himself.
"I meant my charger. I left my charger in a theatre."
"Oh, yeah then we'd better get going," planting a kiss on Levi's head, Erwin wriggled out from underneath him and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Levi cringed and pulled a face at the kiss, but made sure Erwin didn't see, the way that he tried to make his affection seem casual was what annoyed Levi the most.
Levi formulated a plan on the way to the college. He knew for a fact that the cute guy in his Biomed class, Jean, took Geopolitics with Eren. He also knew for a fact that Jean had a Geopolitics essay due today, at 4:30pm.
After a quick glance at his watch which read 3:52pm, Levi devised a way to keep Erwin busy. What he didn't expect was for Erwin to pull into a car space at the very far corner of the car lot – to avoid hitting other cars in his current state, he clarified, and loudly announce that he was starving and was going to get tacos.
Joining him at the campus Mexican takeaway food store, Levi sat on a hard plastic white chair, still warm from the person before him, and brushed their crumbs off of the outdoor table before setting down his bean burrito and watching the flow of students in the courtyard.
With a jolt, Levi realised that he was sitting on a public seat, which had not been cleaned before he sat and ate his food off it. He could feel the germs crawling on his fingers, and rubbed them furiously with his napkin, but this offered no release and he had left his hand wipes in his backpack at home.
He offered Erwin only a nod as he stood and rushed to the nearest bathroom, scrubbing viciously until his hands and arms felt sanitary again. Waiting until someone came in the door so that he wouldn't have to touch it, Levi shook his hands dry, wary of the hand dryers and their germs.
Whilst waiting, he glanced in the mirror and laughed at the redness of his eyes. He would have to wait until he got back to the table to put on his sunglasses.
Finally someone entered and Levi caught the door on his foot before wriggling out.
Walking leisurely with the flow of students, Eren was listening to one of Historia's amicable stories as they made their way through campus, heading towards Geopolitics. He faltered momentarily in his step as he recognised the arranged sheets of liquorice tumbling down the creamy pale skin, a cigarette dangling from his spindly fingers.
'He goes here?' Eren was taken aback and tuned out of Historia's story as he realised Levi was sitting with a man. A tall, well built, blonde, very attractive man. Eren could see the beauty in his light azure eyes; however he could also see that they were glazed over and focused on nothing in particular.
As if he felt him looking, Levi turned his head and swept his eyes over the crowd, although if he saw Eren he either didn't recognise him or didn't react. Erwin said something across the table, and Eren felt his jaw slacken as Levi threw back his head and laughed vivaciously, revealing a line of perfect white teeth.
"Eren are you listening?" the chirpy voice interrupted his staring and he turned to acknowledge the blonde beside him.
"Yeah of course," he smiled at Historia and resumed listening to her story, nodding and gasping at the right times until they arrived at the door to the lecture theatre.
"Are you telling that story again, angel face," came a voice from behind Eren.
"Gross Ymir learn the rules of PDA you lezzo," he pulled a face as Ymir wrapped her arms around Historia's waist from behind and kissed her cheek.
Behind her girlfriend's back, Ymir flipped Eren off and poked out her tongue as Historia grinned and continued her story as the three walked into the lecture theatre and pulled out their laptops before resuming conversation as the other students gradually filed in.
The professor called through the roll in alphabetical order and each student clambered down to the desk, some with nervous smiles and a few pages, some with a handful of neatly arranged and a confident gait. Some stuttered up with an excuse and sweat patches, only to be told to leave the room and only come back when they have an essay.
Eren pitied them, the essay wasn't easy after all, and Professor Dok was being quite harsh in his opinion. Eventually class settled down and learning resumed, notes were hastily scribbled and heads fell sleeping on hands.
Eren himself started feeling himself slipping out of consciousness, the lecture was increasing in dullness and Eren was increasing in fatigue. The door clicked shut and the class turned groggily to look at the latecomer.
The only issue being that it wasn't a latecomer.