The Lonely

Toreador March

(This photo is what Levi looks like in this fanfic, btw).
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Eren's POV
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"OH EM GEE YOU GUYS ARE MY FAVORITE COUPLE EVA!" Some freshman girl squeals as she runs by us. Levi and I are walking to Orchestra and holding hands. A whole crowd engulfs us at the girl's screaming.

"I am going to slaughter everyone in this room." Levi growls as more and more people converge on us. I chuckle awkwardly and shield Levi from the mass of people with my body.

"How was getting to class today?" Armin yells as we walk into the orchestra room. He's currently located on our designated orchestra couch, lounging with Mikasa.

"It was pure hell. I swear to Satan, if one more girl tries to touch Eren's hair, I am going to shove my hand so far down her throat that all of her great grandchildren will be able to feel it for centuries to come." Levi grabs his violin and slams down his case on the table next to the couch. Levi is a very possessive person when it comes to me, which I have no problem with. But, when it comes to dealing with these fangirls, he gets touchy and over-emotional.

"Dude, chill. As soon as they figure out that Armin and Erwin are dating, the heat will come off of you guys." Mikasa says without looking up from her phone. Armin cringes at the revelation.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Levi sighs, tightening his bow slowly. "I just don't like how they don't respect our personal space."

"I know, I'm sorry." I peck his cheek and walk over to my cello to unpack it.

"Hey Levi," I hear Armin pipe up. "Did you ever finish that drawing of Eren?" Wait, what?

"Not yet, I can't get the eyes just right," Wait, Levi is drawing me? "It's hard to put all of Eren's emotion into one simple drawing. Wait, how did you know I was drawing him?"

"When you asked for that picture of Eren, Erwin told me what you were using it for." Armin shrugged.

"Stupid Eyebrows." Levi mutters.

"You could always sketch multiple drawings, one for each of his emotions." Armin points out. I continue to unpack my cello slowly as I listen to their conversation.

"I don't know, I don't often draw," Levi shrugs. "I just really want to draw Eren."

"Yeah, I get what you mean. If I could draw, I would draw Erwin." Armin pulls out his phone and gazes lovingly at the wallpaper of him and Erwin cuddling on a couch. Mikasa probably took that picture. I turn to her and she locks her eyes with me, slightly nodding her head. She is telepathic. I shudder and finish unpacking and set my spot up as I like. Sitting down, moving the stand far enough away, making sure the end pin is the right length; it's so much work.

"Hey," Levi says, sauntering over after he sets down his violin. "Want to go on a coffee date after this?"

"Of course I would!" I stretch to kiss his cheek. He blushes bright red before responding with a kiss on my head.

"Hurry up and sit down, I've got an announcement!" Our orchestra director yells from his office. People begin scurrying to their seats faster. Levi sighs and ruffles my hair before taking his own seat right across from me.

"What's going on?" My stand partner Mackenzie mumbles.

"I don't know, baby freshman, I wish I did." I mumble back.

"As you all know, ensemble competition has been allowed for the first time this year," Quiet murmurs are heard throughout the orchestra. Levi coughs and everyone turns back to pay attention. "This means that for the first time, many of you will get to play together. I have decided to separate you in groups as small as duets or as large as an octet to get you to experience playing in a smaller ensemble. These groups have already been decided, so no complaining!" Groans and other various noises are heard throughout the four sections.

"Mikasa, Armin, Mackenzie, Eaton, and Liz, you are a quintet. Go pick out some music," He shoos them to the practice rooms. "Eren and Levi, you two are a duet, play nice together." He glares at Levi.

"No promises." Levi shrugs nonchalantly. I cuff him over the head and haul my stuff to our designated practice room.

"What do you feel like playing this year?" I wrap my arms around his waist after shutting the door. He responds by wrapping his own around the back of my neck and resting his face in my shoulder.

"I dunno, I feel like playing something Spanish this year."

"You mean fast and hard?" I correct. He gets up to look me in the eyes.

"Always." He manages to say with the straightest face possible. I lose it and try to refrain my laughter with the top of his head. The feeling of his scowling at the contact makes me laugh even harder.

"Alright," I sigh, wiping the tears away. "Do you want to play something like Tarentella?"

"Yeah, something like that would be perfect!" He exclaims, eyes lighting up.

"You're so cute sometimes." I chuckle at him.

"Only for you," I roll my eyes but smile anyways. "We're going to do great. Let's work hard together." He extends his arm. I take it and clasp it tightly.

"It's going to be great!"

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"How do you keep fucking that up?" Levi groans. We've been working on our duet for about two weeks now.

"You don't sound like kittens and rainbows either, sweetheart." I snap back. After orchestra practice and youth symphony, we go home and practice together. It's an understatement to say that tensions and stress are rising between us.

"Goddammit Eren, we just need to work out this one line!" Levi yells, running his hand through his hair.

"Yes, I know that! But I suck at that part and I'm sorry!" I yell back. We're standing face to face now.

"You need to practice more!"

"Well as you know, I don't have a lot of time outside of you, youth symphony, and orchestra to practice!"

"Why don't you?" Levi fumes.

"Because I love you, that's why! And I refuse to cut into our time together!" I huff out.

Levi stares at me wide-eyed. We both pause before reaching to grab each other, trying to embrace the other sooner. Our arms are in awkward positions, but we couldn't care less.

"I'm so sorry." Levi whispers. I tilt his chin up and kiss him on the lips.

"It's okay, I know you're just stressed." I whisper back against his lips. He sighs but kisses me harder.

"No, I shouldn't be treating you like this, I am so sorry." Levi begins to place delicate kisses all over my face.

"Why don't we cuddle for the rest of the day and we can try again tomorrow?" I suggest. Levi nods and we pack up our instruments.

"What would I do without you?" Levi walks into my open arms after we have finished.

"Be tearing your hair out from the competition." I tease. I can just feel the scowl he gives in return.

"Well I'm glad I have you then." He says sarcastically.

"You better be. I love you, Levi." I whisper into his hair.

"You better." Levi whispers back.