Like I said yesterday, the second chapter is ready. This time, we get to see a bit more about Eren's life. And I feel like I've made Levi become a tsundere. I must repent for that error.

Also, thank you for all who followed and liked the first chapter!

And to Dandelion: Even to me, it was unexpected. It just came out of nowhere. And now, I can't get enough of it...

"You seem in high spirits today."

Eren blinked and he looked at his friend with a surprised face. They were sitting in a small cafe, nursing their hot drinks between their cold hands while they chatted happily about what happened during the week. Since Eren had become a mangaka, he hadn't had the time to go out with his friends and he was really happy to finally get out of his stuffy apartment.

"Who wouldn't?" the brown haired man replied with a shrug. "I finished my chapter on time this month and Mr. Smith said that they were thinking of making a drama adaptation. And I got to see you, Armin!"

Armin Arlelt, a young man with bright blond hair cut in an old fashioned boll cut laughed softly at his friend's answer and he sipped quietly his chamomile infusion.

"Really?" he insisted and a teasing smile made its way on his lips when he saw his best friend look down and bit his lips nervously. Wasn't that interesting? Eren never acted like that. Unless...

"I got a new assistant," the mangaka said between his gritted teeth.

Armin widened his eyes in surprise and he carefully put down his cup of chamomile infusion.

"Really?" the blond repeated in shock. "But didn't you say that Connie would be the last...?"

"Yeah," Eren nodded and his eyes wandered in the cafe before stopping on his friend's face.

Armin's big and round blue eyes were looking at him intensively. Then, while Eren almost fretted because he knew that the blond was judging him silently, Armin smiled heartily at him and acquiesced.

"He must be good then," he commented softly.

Eren's face lightened and he widened his eyes in excitation as he leaned forward. His elbows were on the cafe table and he smiled widely at his friend.

"He's a real prick!" he exclaimed and his eyes sparkled while he added fuel to his explanation. "He never stops calling me a brat and is always fussing about the cleanness of the apartment! But he cooks like a French god! And his backgrounds are amazing! And he's really good at drawing during a deadline! And he smells so good! And..."

"I get it, I get it!" Armin laughed and waved his hand to stop Eren's passionate explanation. "So you're keeping him?"

Eren laughed feebly and he nervously scratched the tip of his nose. His cheeks reddened slightly and he sighed heavily.

"Yeah," he nodded and bit his lips. "I'm going to keep him as my regular assistant."

"That's good," the blond smiled warmly and he caressed absentmindedly the handle of his cup. "What's his name?"

"Uuuuh..." Eren cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "I never got his full name but Mr. Smith called him Levi."

"Levi?" Armin raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "I feel like I've heard his name somewhere..."

"Maybe you did," Eren shrugged and scratched his neck. "It's a small world after all."

"Gods," the other man made a face and shuddered. "I hope not. Can you imagine meeting those idiots from high school?"

The brunet laughed loudly and he patted his friend's shoulder.

"Like we would!" he retorted happily before a smug smile made his way to his lips. "They are still in some remote parts in the mountains. We made it outside and they didn't, Armin!"

The other chuckled. "Still," he muttered pensively. "I feel like I know him..."

"Should I take him with me next time?" Eren said with a sly smile. "Then you'd see that I didn't exaggerate his cleaning freakiness!"

"Eren," Armin chided sternly. "You're the one who forgets everything about hygiene when you're at your deadline."

Eren rolled his eyes and took one of his long brown tresses to play with it while pouting angrily.

"Still," he insisted under his breath. "He's a prick."

"I'll see that myself when you'll take him with you. How about next Saturday?"

"Can't," Eren answered back with an heavy sigh. "I've my draft to finish and send to Mr. Smith."

"Sunday?"

"Sunday, it is," the brown haired male grinned widely.

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"Fuck no," Levi said tersely from the apartment door.

Eren pouted and he leaned against his bedroom door with his arms folded over his chest.

"But why?" He asked with a slightly whiny voice. That clearly wasn't whiny. He was a man. A manly man.

"I have a job Sunday," the dark haired man retorted with an eye-roll. "And I really need to go home."

Eren hummed lightly and he furrowed his eyebrows. He could understand that his assistant needed to go home, he had stayed for two weeks in his apartment and needed probably a new change of clothes if he was so anal on personal hygiene. (The brunet had never seen Levi wear the same clothes during the two weeks. And he didn't have a washer. So the raven was probably on his ends wits.) But he didn't understand the first part of Levi's answer.

"A job?" Eren said with a curious voice. He cocked his head and observed the man put his shoes on, they were black and shiny. Eren could totally see a mafioso wear shoes like those.

Maybe Levi was a yakuza in disguise. It wouldn't be surprising, the man could pack a punch. The mangaka shuddered as he remembered some of his abrupt wake-up calls by his (so not) lovely (and probably yakuza) assistant.

The latter snorted and straightened his back before he nonchalantly turned his head and looked at him with judging eyes.

"Unlike some shitty brat," he answered with his deep and condescending voice, "I'm paid with a shitty wage and I need to pay my fucking taxes. Also, you owe me for all the fucking times where I was the one who went grocery shopping. That wine wasn't cheap, brat."

Eren frowned and he raked his brain for a witty retort. However, it took him too much time and Levi swiftly opened the front door, letting the ice cold wind enter the warm apartment. The brunet bristled unhappily and he rubbed vividly his forearms to keep some warmth on his shivering body while his assistant snickered.

"Put some fucking pants," the raven scolded before he stormed out of the apartment.

Eren rolled his eyes and he ran a hand through his hair, wincing when some fingers were stuck in knots. He sighed and went in his bedroom to fetch his hairbrush. He noticed his phone ringing on his desk and he furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't supposed to get a call today. Was it his editor? Mr. Smith had said that he needed to tell him more about the drama adaptation. With a quick glance, he confirmed his suspicions and took the call.

"Mr. Smith?" he said as he let himself fall on his bed.

The comforter smelled of lime and pine and he frowned. He didn't remember washing it.

"Ah, Eren!" Erwin Smith, alias Eren's editor and frequent saviour (he tended to forget about feeding during deadlines. Eren didn't see why everyone fretted about that...). "How are you doing with Levi?"

"... Fine," he answered as he remembered with a scowl his last discussion with his assistant.

Bastard had dared order him to put his pants in his house. (Well, apartment. But still his.) Erwin's laugh shook him from his thoughts and Eren coughed nervously. He had totally zoned out.

"W-why did you call me?" He asked and his voice creaked nervously by the end of his question. He wanted to burrow his head in his pillow.

"Nothing much," Erwin answered with a small chuckle. He was probably laughing at Eren's distraction, it wasn't the first time after all.

The brunet felt his cheeks redden and he groaned as he burrowed his head in his pillow. It smelled of lime and pine too. That made him freeze.

He sure as hell didn't wash it. And he didn't have a washed in his house.

So how the hell did Levi wash them if he was saying that he didn't have any money left? Unless...

Eren groaned pitifully and smacked his forehead with his phone.

"I feel like a shit!" he whined. "Erwin, tell me that I'll be paid soon!"

"Are you planning on traveling again?" the editor asked with a voice laced with curiosity and worry.

Last time that Eren had decided to travel around, he had forgotten to leave a note about his whereabouts and his friends had began a search in the whole world. His sister truly was a force to recon. And Eren was too air headed to realise how many people had been worried sick about him.

"Noooo," the brunet whined as he shook quickly his head. His long hair whipped his cheeks and he winced. It was more than time to cut it. "I need to repay back Levi's kindness!"

"Levi's kindness," Erwin repeated. His voice seemed shocked and Eren heard the editor mumble something that he couldn't decipher. "What did he do. Eren, what did he do to you? You weren't forced, right?"

"Eh?" the mangaka blinked owlishly and he pursed his lips. "Of course he didn't force me!" he said vividly. "But he's really rough when I'm still in my bed and he's up!"

Erwin spluttered something and Eren winced when he heard something break through the phone.

"Eren," his editor hissed softly and the mangaka blinked. What did he say to anger the normally calm man? "Where is Levi right now?"

"I don't know," Eren answered honestly. "He just told me to put some pants and left."

"Then he's probably at Hanji's place..." Erwin sighed heavily and the brunet cocked his head.

"Hanji?" he said, his eyes widening in curiosity.

"The author of 'Sonny and Bean'," Erwin explained calmly. "Levi works frequently for them."

"He knows their author?" Eren exclaimed in surprise as he quickly strutted out of his bedroom and fetched a pair of clean pants to put them on. "Where do they live? I want to meet them!"

"Eren!" The blond chided and the mangaka froze right on his steps. "Don't, Hanji is working on their deadline right now."

Eren sighed heavily and nodded reluctantly.

"Okay," he muttered. "Then I'll go back to my draft..."

"Do that but don't forget about our reunion tomorrow," Erwin agreed before he added calmly. "So what do you think of working with Levi? Will you take him as your regular assistant?"

"Yeah," he nodded and glanced at his bed with the freshly washed comforter and sheets. "Is it possible to increase his salary? He's the one who cooks and cleans so..."

"How mature of you," Erwin chuckled and Eren frowned.

"Why is everyone thinking that I'm a brat?" he muttered darkly.

Erwin chuckled even more and the mangaka scowled.

(◡‿◡✿)

"What the fuck did you tell to Erwin!"

Eren squeaked and let his soap drop before he slipped on the slippery tiles of his shower and almost fell over. Luckily for him, he was able to hold on his head shower and regained his equilibrium. Unluckily for his assistant, the head shower broke and fell loudly on the raven's head, drenching his clothes irremediably.

"So?" Levi hissed threateningly as he folded his arms on his chest and stomped impatiently his foot. His sock made a sucking noise whenever they touched the tiles and he narrowed his eyes. He hated wearing damp clothes.

"I don't understand," Eren spluttered nervously and his eyes wandered from his fallen soap to the assistant's irritated face. "What did I do?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking, brat!" the raven spat before he huffed loudly. He turned around and ran a hand through his hair, the damp black tresses being slicked back and staying there.

'He has an undercut,' Eren noticed.

He blinked and shoot softly his head. Now wasn't the time to notice petty details about his assistant's hairstyle. Not when he could be planning his death...

"Erwin told me that you wanted me to move in," Levi added with a scowl.

Eren blinked.

"Well," he drawled as he leaned against the shower wall. It was cold against his skin and he shivered slightly. "It's true that I want that. It'd be easier if you lived here, right?"

"And why the fuck would I do that?" The assisted retorted angrily and his eyes had now the colour of a storm in the making. "Want me to babysit you?"

"Uuuuh..." Eren shook his head, his long hair was all over his face and covering his eyes, making him unable to see the angry raven who was probably about to kill him in his shower. Of all the places to die. "If that means that you'll be my regular assistant, then yes..."

Levi took a deep breath and the mangaka flinched. He could already see the headlines in tomorrow newspapers. 'Young man found dead and butt-naked in his shower!' 'Killed by a leprechaun in his shower!' The last one actually made him chuckle.

"Okay, shitty brat," the raven suddenly said and Eren blinked.

"What?" he weakly asked.

"I said okay, you fucking deaf shit," Levi barked angrily and the brunet flinched back against the wall. "I'll be your fucking babysitter. But you'll have to give me half your salary. Plus my habitual wage. Is that clear, brat?"

"If you keep cleaning and cooking, I don't see why not," Eren shrugged and he widened his eyes when he noticed that his assistant was harshly looking at the ceiling.

Wait a second, hadn't he been glancing at something else seconds ago? Something like what was below his navel?

Eren blinked and shrugged. Must be dreaming, there was a lot of steam in the bathroom after all.

"Also, it'll be permanent," Levi added almost absentmindedly.

The mangaka cocked his head and ran his hand over his face, pushing back the damp hair from his eyes. He blinked, that was probably the first time that he didn't have his bangs over his eyes since Levi's arrival. The latter opened his mouth to quickly shut it. He did that two other times before he swiftly turned his head and stalked out of the bathroom with a hand on his face.

"No problem with me!" Eren shouted just as the other closed the door behind him. "When do you move in?"

(◡‿◡✿)

Eren munched on his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He had tied his hair into a low ponytail but it was slightly tickling his neck and that was disturbing as hell. Not that he was going to change it as he was presently a little bit busy trying to stay alive under Levi's irritated glare.

That man could glare. That was all that was to say.

"What the fuck is that?" his assistant asked with an heavy frown as he pushed a sheet of papers covered in scribbles on the mangaka's desk.

Eren glanced at it and blinked. Then, he finally understood what it was all about and he beamed at the raven.

"It's my habitual salary," he answered honestly, not noticing how Levi's left eyelid was twitching madly. "Wow, it's more than I remembered..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi growled ominously. "You have only this much and leave in an apartment in a suburban area... How the hell can you pay the rent? Do you fucking sell yourself or what?"

"What?" Eren blinked owlishly. He hadn't understood the last remark. "I'm not really into slavery so no. My family owns the whole apartment complex, I don't have to pay a rent, you know?"

"Go figure," the assistant rolled his eyes and he put a hand over his eyes with an heavy sigh. "So you get this shitty pay for every chapter? Every month?"

"I just began," the mangaka protested. "It's not like I'd be paid an awesome amount in my beginning, right? And my manga is going to have an adaptation so I'll have some royalties!"

"Fuck, I feel like stealing the poor like that," Levi groaned, his hand still on his eyes. "At least tell me that your manga is successful."

"Uuuuh..."

"Shit, Jäger!" the raven cussed loudly, his hand falling to his hips while he shook angrily his head. His bangs were tussled from the sudden move and Eren observed the pale forehead. He would have sworn that Levi had wrinkles from all the frowns and angry faces. Yet it was smooth like a baby's ass.

At that thought, Eren pursed his lips and tried to hold his laugh. Yet, it was for nothing because he soon began to laugh hysterically as the mental picture of Levi with a baby on his face.

"How are you going to survive like that?" the assistant scolded coldly. "Weren't you supposed to be a genius or something along?"

Immediately, Eren stopped laughing and he gulped, his face lacking all the emotion that he had displayed before and his eyes duller.

"Yeah," he said with a faint voice. "Something along..." The brunet took a deep breath and hunched his back over his desk, looking over his files until he found his new draft. "This is the storyboard of my new manga. Mr. Erwin said that it'll be a success. Does this satisfy you?"

"It doesn't look like the chapter from the other week," Levi commented with furrowed eyebrows. "The art doesn't look the same too."

"Last week was for a contest. 'Draw a Shoujo manga that will attract even the boys!' Didn't you hear about it?" Eren answered as he went back to his empty sheet of paper. He was merely sketching the characters for the new manga and Levi raised an impressed eyebrow.

The drawing seemed to take life under the man's pencil.

"I think that Erwin told me about it," the assistant finally retorted pensively. "But wasn't it strictly reserved for the most famous mangaka in Tokyo? Survey Corps only sent two One-Shot to the contest."

"Mine and Hanji's, right?" Eren smiled and continued drawing.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi growled when he finally recognised the mangaka's style. "You're the author of 'Titan'."

"Why is it always 'Titan'?" the mangaka rolled his eyes and pushed against his desk, making his rolling chair go away and hit his assistant right in his chest.

"I don't know," the other ironised. "Maybe because your first manga was adapted into a fucking Hollywood movie?"

"And it was horrible," Eren deadpanned.

"And it was horrible," Levi conceded. He went back to reading the draft and widened his eyes.

It was good. No, even better than 'Titan'.

And Levi was going to help him from the very beginning.

"Why are you grinning?" Eren asked him with curiosity.

"Why are you wearing pants now?" Levi retorted on par with his deadpan voice.

"I asked first."

"But you're always naked except in your room. It disturbs me so much that I can't answer your question."

"You're a prick."

"And you're a shitty brat."

(◡‿◡✿)

"I swear to god that he's a yakuza," Eren said in a hushed voice to his phone.

"Ereeeeen," Armin moaned. "It's two in the morning! Unlike you, I have a regular work and need to sleep at night!"

"But I swear that he's a yakuza!" the mangaka insisted. "He has an undercut!"

"Every hipster nowadays has one," Armin drawled before he yawned loudly.

"But he isn't a hipster," Eren frowned and he shuffled in his bed, the comfy comforter pooling around him. "He's too old for that."

"You're never too old," the blond said wisely.

"Shut it, mushroom," the mangaka retorted with a huff.

"Whatever, Titanic, you know I'm right, I always am," Armin scoffed loudly before they both began to laugh loudly.

A loud sound came from the assistant's room and Eren tensed. He had been too loud and interrupted the raven's beauty sleep.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he chanted nervously as he went to hide under his comforter. "I'm so dead! He's up! Armin, he's up! Save me!"

"You're alone in this," his best friend retorted.

The door opened abruptly and Eren took a deep breath. Then, he let it out in a shuddering sigh when he saw the stormy eyes and ruffled black hair.

"H-hey, Levi!" Eren forced a smile and waved weakly his hand. "Already up?"

"Listen here, Jäger," Levi hissed threateningly without moving from his spot. His eyes were narrowed and his lips thinned.

The mangaka gulped loudly. Suddenly, inviting the raven live with him didn't seem like a good idea. But it was too late.

'When you make your bed,' he thought warily.'You have to lay in it...'

"I don't know what kind of shit you're on," the assistant added calmly.

Calm was bad. Calm was like Levi was already beyond his breaking point. Eren closed his eyes shut and began to pray for his soul's salvation.

"But you'll quickly shut your fucking mouth before I get mad, is that clear?"

"Crystal clear," Eren squealed.

"Good," Levi huffed and went back to his room.

The mangaka clearly heard him stumble on his way back and hit his toe against the door. However, he didn't comment on that. He wanted to live.

"Was that your assistant?" Armin's voice sounded a bit muffled and Eren searched for his phone before he put it against his ear.

"Yeah," he whispered softly.

"He sounds like the Devil on his period," the blond commented.

Eren laughed.

"WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY?"

"OH MY GOD, ARMIN, SAVE ME, SAVE ME, SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE YOUNG!"

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"Hey, the tone is off," Levi said as he put the pages that he had inked on the mangaka's desk.

Eren grunted and put down his tablet pen before he looked at the page that his assistant had talked about. He furrowed his eyebrows and clicked his tongue when he noticed the frame.

"It's on purpose," he answered before going back to his finishing. He had to draw fourteen pages and they weren't going to draw themselves.

"Are you kidding me?" Levi put his hand on Eren's shoulder and forced him to look at the incriminated page. "You are showing the readers the hero's mother dying. Why the hell are you using sparkles and flowers?"

"Doesn't the blood look like confetti in the previous frame?" Eren retorted calmly as he drew the hero fighting the villain to save his rival.

Levi didn't answer and the mangaka took it as a win. His first since they lived together.

"Whatever," the raven muttered as he went back to his desk with a new load of pages to ink and draw the background. Eren still couldn't do it as well as him and had quickly abandoned trying to do it when Levi was available. "You're the mangaka, you're the one who will be scolded by Erwin."

"Mr. Smith will never scold me," the brunet retorted while he bobbed his head at the sound of the little radio that he had put on his desk. His high ponytail flopped every time and Eren smirked. He could tell that the repetitive sound and action was aggravating Levi.

"Shitty brat," the raven muttered.

"Old fart," he retorted playfully.

The night passed as they bantered, pushing way past their limits to finish the chapter. The sun was rising when Eren let out a shout of pure joy, stretching his arms over his head while yawning loudly.

"Finished!" he exclaimed happily. "I can finally go to sleep!"

He turned his head to congratulate Levi on helping him so much and blinked in surprise. The man was leaning over his desk, his head over his folded arms and his eyes closed while he slept soundlessly. The mangaka approached him quietly and slowly, like he'd have with a wild beast, and stopped in front of his assistant. He poked softly the raven's cheek and widened his eyes when he saw the other furrow his eyebrows and grunt weakly.

"Hey, Levi," he called in a hushed voice. "Time to go to bed... Get up and go to your room..."

His assistant didn't open his eyes and grunted another time when Eren poked him again. The mangaka sighed heavily and glanced at Levi's sleeping face and then at his bed. It was sufficiently large to host two grown men without making them sleep on each other's faces. Eren shrugged his worries, he was too tired to worry along Levi's reactions, and took the raven in his arms before stumbling into his bed.

Levi sure weighed a lot for a tiny man. Maybe it was for all the bullshit that he spouted when he was awake.

He dropped his assistant in his bed and quickly made his way to the other side of the mattress. He kicked away his pants and sighed in content before he closed his eyes.

The smell of mint body wash surrounded him and he felt himself fall in the Sandman's trail.

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"What the fuck?" Levi muttered as he slowly turned his head and saw the extremely close face of the shitty brat.

Why was he in the mangaka's bed? What had happened?

He quickly checked his clothes and sighed in relief. He still had everything on. Then, he glanced under the comforter to check something and clicked his tongue.

Yep, the brat was as naked as ever.

But that didn't mean that they had done the deed. He was always flaunting his body so Levi had grown pretty accustomed to it. In fact, he didn't get hot anymore every time that he saw that ass whenever the brat bended to take something on the floor.

And he had seen that too many times.

Now, it almost seemed normal to Levi.

Going home and seeing the brat stark naked reading a book in his living room. Seeing the brat, still as naked as ever stroll out of his bedroom every morning to eat his breakfast with him.

Seeing the brat, with his naked body covered in beads of water, go out of the bathroom and ask him if there were any clean towel near him.

Now that he thought about it, they were acting like an old couple.

Levi frowned and kneed Jäger in his guts before he calmly went to take his morning shower.

He had a bad case of morning wood to take care of.

I wonder why it was such a bad case... (o^^o)

The third chapter will probably be ready by Tuesday. So until then, review?