Eruri stories(Erwin x Levi)

Oneshot's 36

A: N i thought this was a fun thing to write

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Erwin sat at the kitchen table for a full ten minutes, staring at the pie. After Marie had died he'd become something of a recluse and all his neighbours were now strangers to him. Well, all apart from Levi, who'd only just moved in opposite and had decided that Erwin was the go-to person when it came to any questions about the enclosed community. Erwin understood that it was probably because he was the only one not to riddle Levi with personal questions. To be honest, that was the reason he stopped talking to any of them in the first place. That, and the fact that he couldn't take their sad pitying looks anymore.

Taking in a deep breath, he stood up and went to the cupboard; pulling out the clingfilm he covered the pie, and then headed for the door. It was a matter of a few yards to get to Levi's front door and he knocked before he could talk himself out of it. It was several minutes more before Levi answered, and Erwin was just turning away.

Levi looked - interrupted.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

Levi shrugged. "I'm disturbed now, so what is it."

Erwin smiled. He found Levi's straight forward way of talking quite refreshing especially after living so long with a more reserved conservative crowd.

"I made a pie."

Levi raised an eyebrow at him.

"What I mean to say is, my wife, she died."

Now Levi frowned.

"I'm sorry for your loss." It was obvious from his tone that he was completely confused by why exactly Erwin was on his doorstep but he still added: "I've lost someone too."

Erwin felt himself almost physically relax - it would make things easier that Levi at least understood that much. Erwin pointed at the pie.

"I haven't got used to cooking for one yet, and there's no way I can eat all of this on my own. If you haven't got other plans, maybe you'd like to help me?"

Levi stared at him for a long, hard few heartbeats, and then he glanced quickly up and down the street; a few curtains shifted back into place at his inspection.

"I was never the one to cook," he said eventually, stepping aside to let Erwin in. "It'll make a nice change to microwave dinners."

Erwin laughed thinking he was joking until he spotted the microwave dinner boxes and takeaway cartons in the waste bin.

It was a nice meal and both of them successfully avoided talking about their past lives, although Erwin would have been blind not to see the framed photos of Levi and another young man dotted strategically around the house.

"Perhaps, the next time I cook too much, you'd like to come over and help me eat it."

"Don't hold me too it."

It was coming up to Christmas and the snow dusted everything in a quiet white. Erwin followed his footsteps back to his house and turned to wave at Levi who still stood on the threshold of his own. Levi nodded once and then closed his door.

The next time Erwin overcooked, true to his word he offered Levi to join him, and despite Levi's previous dismissal, he came over without hesitation.

"Not still eating those microwave meals, are you?"

"I tried to make pasta but ended up burning the water."

Erwin laughed, setting a place-mat in front of Levi, and handing him the cutlery.