Year 2077 (Eren x Levi)

--Chapter 3--

"I guess I could answer a couple of questions..." I said reluctantly.

"May we ask your name, Sir?" said the detective, holding a notepad and pen in their hand while looking up at me over the top of their glasses.

"Uh- yes, of course, it's Eren Yeager." The detective looked up at me, pushing their glasses up their nose with the pen they were holding, then silently glanced over to their partner with the slightly shocked look they had made when they first looked up from the notepad.

"Grisha Yeager's son?" They said as they turned to look back at me.

"Yes..." 

Suddenly the detective started almost bouncing on the spot with a crazy grin plastered on their face. They began to open their mouth to speak, but the man standing behind them spoke up before they had the chance.

"Okay, Eren. Can you explain what exactly happened here?" Spoke the man with the blonde, neatly cut hair.

***

Soon enough, I explained everything to the two detectives as quickly as possible. I didn't want to be here any longer than I had to be, and I wanted to see how Armin's holding up after everything that's happened.

"Thank you, Sir, we're look-"

"Eren!"

Before the blonde detective could finish his sentence, a man rushing through the door of the café shouted my name in worry.

It was my father.

"Eren, are you okay! What the hell happened!" My father pushed past the detectives, leaving them startled, to ask me millions of questions that I couldn't answer because he wouldn't give me a chance to answer them. Although the one with glasses looked like they were about to explode from excitement. Must be a big fan of my dad, huh.

"Who's blood is that on your hands! Are you hurt son!"

My dad soon started checking my body for any wounds that could've occurred. 

"I'm f-"

"What the hell happened! How did this happen!"

"Dad, I-"

"I'm taking you to the ho-"

"DAD!"

I shouted loudly in frustration, making most of the officers and doctors turn to face us. Including my dad, who looked quite taken aback but mostly worry was written all over his face as his hands rested on my shoulders.

"I promise you, I'm fine."

My dad's eyes lingered on mine as he didn't know whether or not to believe my statement. Soon enough though, he let out a long, worried sigh and pursed his lips before standing up straight, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"I'm glad your safe. When Mikasa called me saying there was a shooting at the café you and your friends were at, I came as soon as possible. It also took a lot of convincing to make her stay at home too." We both chuckled at the thought. That's when I remembered...

"Armin!"

My dad's smile faded and a look of concern replaced it.