Eruri stories(Erwin x Levi)

Oneshot's 33

Levi is halfway through breakfast when Erwin brings it up.

"So I heard about this flash game," Erwin says. "It's supposed to be really hard."

Levi arches an eyebrow, pausing with a spoonful of yogurt in front of his open mouth. He puts his spoon down. "And you're telling me this... why?"

Erwin shrugs as he puts his dirty plate into the dishwasher. "I dunno, I just figured I'd try it out. Want to play it with me? It's a single player baseball game, but we could take turns or something..."

Levi sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "What's it called?" he asks. Really, he shouldn't be humoring his boyfriend; the man has, on more than one occasion, roped him into playing some random game he found out about online, and they almost always sucked.

Erwin purses his lips, and looks somewhat embarrassed as he says, "Winnie the Pooh's Home Run Derby."

"What?" Levi says, unable to contain a snort of laughter. "Seriously?"

Even now, after all this time, he still has trouble coming to terms with the fact that he accepted the proposal of a big blonde doofus. Erwin actually pouts a little, folding his arms across his broad chest and leaning against the counter.

"From what I've heard, it's unexpectedly difficult, and I was thinking we could check—"

With a fond sigh, Levi gets up from the table and begins to clean up what's left of his breakfast. "I have to go to work in thirty minutes," he says. "Have fun with your kid's game, though. I'm sure you'll do great."

Erwin still looks put out, but by the time Levi has gotten ready and is almost out the door, he's all smiles again, giving Levi a goodbye kiss and wishing him a good day at work. Levi glances back at him before he shuts the door; Erwin is already sitting down at the desk, opening his laptop and preparing to start up the children's game.

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Levi can't remember the last time he felt this tired. His shift at work had been a long one. The normally lax tea shop had been unexpectedly busy, and now all Levi wants to do is to get to his and Erwin's small apartment and collapse onto their bed.

His feet ache as he trudges up the four flights of stairs, and he sighs with relief as he unlocks the door to his apartment.

"You will not believe how busy it was," he says as he takes off his shoes and swings the door shut behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen so many—"

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH."

Levi looks up at the sound of Erwin's yelling, utterly surprised. Erwin just swore. He never swore, not unless something terrible was happening, or he was extremely angry.

Erwin is still sitting at the desk, his head bowed, his hands clutching his hair. He lets out a pained groan, but still looks up as Levi walks over to him. He looks like shit: his hair tousled, his face flushed, and what looks like dried tears staining his cheeks.

"I never thought I could hate a cartoon owl so much," he croaks.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Levi asks as he leans over, looking at the screen.

On the screen is what looks like a scoreboard. On it, there's a picture of Owl, several Japanese words that he doesn't know, and the numbers 19 and 18.

"So what am I looking at, exactly?" he asks.

"I'm supposed to get a certain number of home runs before he runs out of baseballs," Erwin says wearily, "But this is impossible. This is fucking impossible."