3rd POV (3rd POVS are always (sometimes) going to be written with more details, other POVS (Levi and Eren) are written how they see the "world". But 3rd POV is how I see it for everyone)
"Another day done," Levi whispered to the emptiness of his room, releasing a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken thoughts.
His bed welcomed him with cool sheets that gradually warmed to his body's contours. Levi closed his eyes, and within the embrace of darkness, sleep claimed him, cradling him away from the world's prying eyes.
Morning light pierced through the blinds, slicing the room into bars of gold and shadow. Levi stirred, the remnants of an unsettling dream clinging like cobwebs to his consciousness.
He rose, armor-clad in routine, prepared to face another day of high school monotony.
The hallways bustled with the energy of adolescent chaos, a stark contrast to the tranquility of his mornings.
Levi navigated the sea of bodies, his backpack a silent companion upon one shoulder. A familiar figure leaned against his locker, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Morning, Levi," Eren greeted, the timbre of his voice holding a note of eagerness.
"Hey, Eren," Levi replied, his tone neutral but not unfriendly. As he spun the combination lock, anticipation twisted in his gut. He hoped for not another letter.
But, there the letter was, siting carefully in his lock. Almost as if someone opened the locker up and put it there.
He sighed and stuffed it into his backpack, ignoring Eren's stare. "What's that?" Eren asked, casually.
"Just a note from a friend of mind." He lied, not wanting to tell Eren about these "idiotic" notes.
"Oh, I see." He whispered.
"Come, let's go to class." He said, shutting his lock. Eren nodded at him, giving him a small smile.
"Hey Levi," came a voice, smooth and playful, slicing through the monotonous buzz of students transitioning to their class. Levi looked up to see Furlan.
Furlan was Levi's friend, he was a nice person, but he did like to flirt with Levi. Levi didn't know, due to his oblivious, but Eren did.
"How are you this morning, you look tired," Furlan murmured, his voice low and sultry, a provocative smile playing on his lips. His gaze lingered on Levi.
"Oh, Im okay, a little sleepy, but Im doing fine." He responded with a low voice.
"Levi," Eren said, his voice low and strained, "we need to get to class."
"Right," Levi agreed, but he was slow to move, caught in the sudden gravity of Eren's touch. The hand on his shoulder wasn't just a gesture of "let's go," it was a gesture of possession.
Levi's eyebrow rose as he glanced at Eren, a confused look on his pale face.
"See you around, Levi," Furlan said, backing away with a knowing smile. But it was Eren's possessive grip that held Levi's attention now.
"Sorry about that," Eren murmured, once Furlan had disappeared into the throng of students. His hand slipped from Levi's shoulder to grasp his arm, tight and unyielding. "Don't want us to be late." He gave an innocent smile towards Levi.
Levi glanced at the hand on his arm, then up at Eren's face. "Yeah," he said, puzzled by the intensity he saw there. "I know."
The bell rang, its shrill tone a stark reminder of where they were. They moved together through the hallways, the flow of students parting around them like a stream around rocks.
Eren's voice pierced Levi's thoughts. "You're quiet," he observed, glancing at Levi with an edge of concern. "Everything okay?"
"Fine," Levi responded. He tried to focus on the details of the day, the scuff marks on the locker doors, the distant laughter of someone down the hall.
Yet, Eren rushing to class like that was something very new.
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School ended, another day of boredom. Nothing quite new was going on for Levi. But Eren remembered of the note that was left in his locker this morning.
He pulled it out of his bag, once he was home. He opened it up and read it carefully to himself.
"You're so cute."
"Ugh, this is so weird!" Levi said, not liking this anonymous note at all.
There was a call from Levi's phone, Levi didn't bare to check who was calling, he just picked it up.
"Levi," came the sudden chime of his phone, breaking the silence of his contemplation.
"Who is it this time?" Levi mumbled, obviously not in the mood to talk.
"Can't sleep?" a voice broke through the quiet. It was Eren on the line, his tone casual but laced with something that seemed like concealed eagerness.
"Wasn't trying to," Levi replied curtly, his eyes still locked on the caller icon, "Just... thinking."
"About?" There was a flicker of something dark in Eren's voice that made Levi's hand tighten around the phone.
Levi was about to mention the notes, but then realized he just didn't want anyone to know about them. It made him feel weird, he's never gotten notes like this.
A message popped up from an unknown number. He sighed.
Please don't tell me it's that stupid romantic scam. He thought to himself.
"Levi," Eren's voice dropped to a whisper, carrying a weight that felt tangible even through the phone, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Sure," Levi said, though the unease in his gut twisted tighter. He finally tapped the message open, and his breath hitched at the words splayed across the screen:
"Roses are red, violets are fine, you be the 6, and I'll be the 9."
His heart stuttered, the words searing into his consciousness, romantic yet undeniably sinister. A shiver ran down his spine as he read and reread the message, each word echoing in his mind like the tolling of a distant bell.
"Levi? You still there?" Eren's voice pulled him back from the edge of panic.
"Yeah," Levi's throat felt tight as he spoke.
"Alright," Eren conceded after a pause, "But remember, I'm here for you."
"Thanks," Levi managed to say, but the sentiment felt dark.
He ended the call and sat in the growing silence, the message still glowing on his screen.
Who could possibly find romance in being anonymous.
"Roses are red, violets are fine," Levi whispered to himself, the words flowing out of his lips, "You be the 6, and I'll be the 9."
It wasn't just the words themselves, but the implications behind them, the knowledge that someone was watching, waiting, eager to turn a childish rhyme into something far more ominous.
"I should block this number." He said quietly.
He hovered over the block button and shook his head, pressing it with no remorse.
Well, that's over. He thought to himself.
He decided to let it go, throwing away the letter he received.
"What a day, what a day..."
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I just want to mention, if something seems out of the ordinary to you, let me know. I fixed up the chapters after realizing people wanted Eren to be the yandere. Also, that is why the notes and messages do not come until now.
So, it might seem confusing, but now that it's settled, everything from now should be ready to go!
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