Underneath the Ruffles

Come.

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I'm so sorry guys, I have been so lazy and I never ever EVER update!!!! please forgive my unexceptional excuse. I think I have just experienced a writer's-block.....not fun. Sorry if this chapter sucks.*hides behind Annie's nose in shame.*

ERENS POV

I bit my bottom lip anxiously, awaiting his reply. Then I heard a sound escape his pink lips, sort of a mocking, disapproving type of noise.

"Tch."

"Hi, I'm Eren! I'm sure Mikasa told you that I was going to visit, right?" I smiled cheerily at his upsetting expression, hoping to get his emotions kicking.

"Yes, and I suppose you would like to come in Brat?" He rolled his eyes and turned on heal, leaving me to fend for myself outside of the door frame.

Adjusting my backpack straps for what seemed like that millionth time, I stepped foot inside. The second I walked in, Levi yelled from the kitchen,

"Take off your shoes and leave them on the doormat. You can just set your bag down wherever you would fucking like... just don't make a god damned mess. Simple enough?"

I hummed an agreement, doing as I was told and set off to locate Levi.

He was pouring boiling water from a black tea kettle into two Different shade of gray mugs. One dark gray, more off to the blue side. And a light Grey mug, with redder hues mixed into the coloration. He handed me the warm ceramic thing, heating up my hands instantly. I glanced over to see that Levi was holding his mug rather strangely. He used only the pads of his fingers to gingerly grip the rim of the cup, completely ignoring the fact that there was a perfectly good handle about two inches away.

He motioned for me to follow him, where I assumed the Living Room was.

We say down on a creme colored sofa, it was big, just like the majority of his house. Big and modern. Beautiful...

"So, Eren your sister ....Mikasa...was it? Wanted you to become more manly right?" He said all this with a completely stoic expression.

I nodded.

"And your therapist wanted this also?"

I nodded.

"What the fuck is so wrong with you that you would need to become so damn masculine anyway? It's not the fucking Olympics."

I froze, a slight blush spreading like wildfire across my face. I could feel my ears burning.

Silence.

He spoke up.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want you know."

He took a long swig if his tea, still holding it awkwardly.

"...It's okay, jut don't tell anyone else. only a few people know."

"Tch. I'm not exactly a social Sally."

"Mhm." I answered.

Taking in a big breath, I explained my childhood, pausing a bit more often when it came to my current situation.

" I-I am actually a guy... To make is simple. If you hadn't already caught on. I just feel more comfortable in girl clothing...... I feel more comfortable with girls altogether....yeah."

He smirked, exhaling loudly as he bobbled his head back, just to fling himself forward and sit with his elbows on his knees.

"So you're gay?" He practically said it as if it was a fact.