Not The One Who Dies ⇀ Attack on Titan *Original*

Part 36: The Unreachable Star

"Wow uh, I mean that's a lot..." Logan said, leaning back on his couch as Eren nodded, rubbing his hand together awkwardly. The boy watched the blonde teen as he had began to process the information.

"So uh- your dad?" Logan asked causing Eren to nod. The two boys sat in silence as Logan thought over everything.

"I missed you..." Eren spoke, his voice slightly more rough than he remembered. The words caused Logan to close his eyes and sigh, his chest tightening further with every word.

"Er-" Logan was saying before Eren cut him off, standing up and walking over to the boy. Logan opened his eyes, finding Eren standing right in front of him. Logan's breath hitched at the sight of the emerald green eyes staring into his own. The boy felt his muscles relax at the touch of the boy he missed so dearly. Eren placed his hand on the side of Logan's face causing the boy to lean into it, ignoring the alarms that were blaring in his mind.

Eren's face got closer to the boy, his rough lips smashing into Logan's soft ones. Logan stayed still for a second, all of the memories of the two clouding his judgement causing him to kiss back. The boy tangled his hand in the back of Eren's hair as he deepend the kiss. The two separated, taking deep breaths as they stared each other in the eyes.

Logan knew he shouldn't be doing this, not after Eren had left him in the dust for a year. Yet- he couldn't help himself, he wanted to kiss him again, he wanted to keep going. Eren leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around the blondes waist as he pulled him closer towards himself. The two kissed again, before traveling upstairs.

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Logan's eyes fluttered open as the sun shined through the window of his bedroom. He sighed as he stretched himself out, fully waking up. Logan looked around his bedroom, looking for the person he'd spent the night with yet he and his clothes had disappeared in the night. Disappointment and guilt began to eat at his heart, realizing what he had done the night prior, his mind racing through the memories.

Logan looked to the clock, finding that he'd woken up a bit late causing him to mumble something about nothing going right this morning. The boy quickly picked up the clothes he was wearing the night before, tossing them into a pile near the end of his bed before going to get ready for his day.

After about half an hour, the boy was ready to go, being clean and having his training clothes on as he jogged out of his house, locking the door behind him. The boy ran towards the military headquarters of Trost where he knew his group would be waiting for him. The boy arrived, finding his best friends already stretching.

"About time you showed up, old man. Did you get caught up leaving the nursing home or something?" Jean teased causing Logan to roll his eyes and smile, hugging his best friend before turning to his other two, Sasha chasing Connie around as he stuffed a sandwich down his throat.

"All morning?" Logan chuckled causing Jean to nod, wrapping his arm around the shorter man's shoulders.

"They're-" Logan started before Jean cut him off.

"Children. They're children." Jean said before chuckling and shaking his head. The two took a moment to watch their best friends chase each other, Connie laughing as he ran while Sasha screamed his name, trying to grab the back of his shirt. Even in the world they were born into, the world of bloodshed, loss, betrayal and pain, they still made time to enjoy each other's company. After Arthur and Erwin passed, Jean nearly forced himself into Logan's house. He'd constantly bring him food, drinks, books to read, anything that he thought would help his friend. Eventually, it turned into a nearly nightly thing which he started to invite Connie and Sasha along.