Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Lasagna?

"What the hell is that?" Sasha's high pitched shriek sounds from beside him.

Eren looks over at her, his eyes wide in fright. When did she walk in? He glances down at the bowl on the counter. "Ah, noodles?"

She stares down into the steaming bowl with disgust, "I know what it is, Eren. I suppose I should have asked why the hell you are eating it."

His eyes move from Sasha to the bowl and back slowly, "I always eat this."

Her look of disgust slowly morphs into one of pure unabashed horror, "You're kidding me?"

He shakes his head.

"You know, just because everyone says that uni students only have enough money to afford two minute noodles, doesn't mean that it's actually true."

He shrugs turning to face the bowl as he adds his flavouring, "I don't know how to cook."

"How is that even possible?"

"No that's not really it. It's not that I don't know how, it's that I don't enjoy it." He twirls his fork around in the middle and takes a large bite. "So noodles it is."

She stares at him as if he'd just recited pi to the fiftieth digit. A small mischievous glint flashes through her brown eyes. "Do you have any plans tomorrow, Eren?"

"Oh well I was thinking of going with Arm-,"

"No, cancel them," She cuts him off with a wave of her hand. "Tomorrow you're coming shopping with me."

"What why?"

"Because we'll need more ingredients if I'm going to teach you how to cook."

He waves his hands around in front of him, "No Sasha, you don't have to do that, really."

"Oh trust me I do."

She begins to walk out of the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "I'll see you here in the morning, Eren."

He looks back down at his noodles warily.

He wishes tomorrow wasn't Saturday.

~~.~~

"Eren, you ready to go to the gallery?"

He looks up from his steaming mug of coffee towards the sound of the voice, "I can't today, Armin. Sasha's roped me into going shopping with her."

He's honestly wishing for any excuse to get out of it, but he knows Sasha will be down any minute to drag him out the door. He's sure that if he were to run she'd hunt him down until he caved to her demands, so he stays put.

Armin sits down next to him with a questioning look, "For clothes or food?"

"Food. She's teaching me how to cook today," His head makes contact with the bench in front of him as he heaves out a sigh.

"Huh, well I think that would be good for you, get you away from all those noodles."

He lifts his head back up, staring right into clear blue eyes, "But Armin, I like the noodles."

A small smile plays on the edge of his mouth, "Yeah I heard that you do."

Eren lifts a thick eyebrow, "Why do I get the feeling you're not referring to the same noodles anymore?"

Armin shrugs getting up from his seat and walking to the fridge, a teasing glint in his eye, "You should know that Hange is quite the gossip."

The colour quickly drains from Eren's face as Armin's words register in his sluggish morning brain. Hange's gone around telling people what she thinks happened between Levi and him because Levi just had to open his mouth. "Dammit," His fist collides with the bench top.