Strip For Me

Training

Levi's POV

I whipped my head around to stare at the brunette, who seemed equally shocked. "What?" I paused for a second, letting myself think things through. "That must mean...you're Eren, right?" He nodded. Well, if that didn't make things simple. "Shitty first impression you made. Let's go over the conditions and our schedules, and then you can change once you've moved into the apartment."

We discussed the rules I had set out, making sure we were both okay with how things worked. He told me that he had afternoon classes but also had a part-time job working at a McDonald's late at night. That was fine with me; I wouldn't have any issues falling asleep. His choice of location was pretty shitty though. I never went to McDonald's because it was always so filthy I couldn't bear to walk in the place. I told him that I had morning classes; I preferred to keep my afternoons free. I had one evening class, but my professor was terrible and I often skipped. 

With everything explained and understood, I walked with him to where he was staying so I could help him carry his things. 

"I don't have much, just a suitcase of clothes and...stuff. I can carry most of my stuff on my own." 

So the brat wouldn't take up much space in the room. I could deal with that. I waited outside the room as he grabbed his suitcase and a few other items. "Let's go; this place is filthy." I could tell the carpets were practically brown with dirt and God knows what other things. Tch. Other college students were so disgusting. 

Time skip~

By the time Eren had settled into the apartment and changed his clothes, it was 5:00 PM. I attended psych class with Hanji and Erwin, then came back to find Eren sprawled on his bed watching a movie. Not hearing me come in the room, he continued chuckling as multicolored bursts of- wait, were those heads? Of course. The brat was watching Kingsman. I shook my head and closed the door behind me. 

"Oh, you're back, Levi! Are you hungry? I can cook dinner, if you want." 

The brat could cook? He probably meant heat up some frozen crap, like every other college kid out there. "Sure, whatever. Just don't make a mess or burn the place down." I pulled out my laptop and plopped on my bed, resigning myself to a night of studying and shitty food. Reviewing powerpoints was all I needed to do, seeing as the only thing my professor did was read off each slide word for word. 

Whoa, something smells good. I lifted my head after a solid hour of studying and sniffed the air. None of the neighbors ever cooked...No way. Could that be Eren's cooking? I narrowed my eyes in disbelief and got up to see what he was making. 

Eren's POV

Humming a tune softly to myself, I familiarized myself with the kitchen as I put the finishing touches on dinner. I turned to tell Levi dinner was ready and saw a head of raven black hair poking out of the bedroom door. His hair, normally combed, was disheveled and messy from running his hands through it constantly. I barely knew him, but I'd unconsciously paid so much attention to him that I had memorized every little thing about him that I could find out. For example, I knew he ran his hands through his hair when he was focused. He also bounced his leg up and down when he was frustrated, and it got worse and worse as he got more frustrated. 

He blinked owlishly (which I found extremely cute) and sniffed the air curiously. 

"Did you make this? It doesn't smell half bad."

I grinned at his praise and motioned toward the table, where I had set the dishes out. "Since I'm gonna have nothing to do while you're at your evening class, I might as well cook dinner for us." He thought about that for a second, then shrugged and sat down to eat. 

"Whatever. Sounds good, brat."

Levi's POV

Dinner was surprisingly satisfying. I was a fair hand at cooking myself, but I never had time to cook dinner for myself and so ended up subsiding on a diet of pasta and rice. I cleaned the dishes afterward, teaching Eren how to clean them to my standards. He went back to our room and finished watching Kingsman as I continued studying. He's not a bad roommate to have...once I can get myself to stop staring at him. I kept glancing over at him and studying his tousled chocolate brown hair and the way it fell over his eyes a little, making him shake his head like a puppy to get his hair out of his face. A puppy, huh? 

Eren's POV

The end credits rolled in the movie, and I pulled out an earbud as I turned my head to see how Levi was doing. He was focused entirely on his laptop, one hand jotting down notes in tiny, neat script as the other ran through his hair. How was his handwriting so small and neat? My handwriting was barely legible. Mom always said your handwriting reflects who you are; guess that's true. Well, for the two of us, at least. I blushed as he glanced up from the screen and stared straight at me. 

"Need something? Ask me instead of staring like a lost puppy." As soon as he said that, he seemed to freeze. "Tch, whatever."

Puppy? Weird. I glanced at my phone, clicking the home button out of habit. 

9:45 PM, it said. 

Gah, I was about to be late for training. I hurriedly slammed my laptop shut and grabbed my keys and a jacket. "I'm going to, uh, work now! See you in the morning, Levi." I pulled on my shoes and started walking down the street to the club. Halfway there, I checked my phone again and started jogging. 

Wonder what my uniform looks like. She said all the main performers had a different uniform...well, whatever.

I pushed open the door to the club and darted through the crowd of people watching the performance onstage. The show was a duet, with a girl and a guy dancing fluidly together to the beat of some energetic song I didn't know. She's...Petra, I think. And the guy should be Auruo. Auruo unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the audience, hitting me squarely in the face. I grabbed it and threw it to a group of screaming girls near me. Ugh. 

I knocked on the door to Ms. Zoe's office. "Ms. Zoe? I'm here for training." The door burst open to show her running across her office to grab a bag hanging off a clothes rack. 

"YES EREN YOU'RE HERE LET ME SEE YOU IN THIS YOU'RE GOING TO LOOK SO HOT GOGOGO GO CHANGE!"

I took the bag and awkwardly fumbled with it as she excitedly screamed in my ear. "O-Okay, then." I went into my studio and closed the door, then unzipped the bag to reveal my new custom-tailored and designed stripper outfit. 

Whoa. 

Ah yes, any kink suggestions are welcome! I have some ideas for later chapters, but new ideas are always appreciated :D
Thanks for reading, guys! You have no idea how excited I got when I saw more people reading this this morning lol. So I was like "hey why not just write a new chapter today"
"because this new chapter's probably gonna suck"
"i'm so sorry"

No update tmw, though. I have to go somewhere all day sry -^-