Is This Crazy? [Ereri]

Am I Crazy?

IT'S EARLY, the sun hasn't even risen when Levi Ackerman sheds his covers. Every dorm is sound asleep and no one is awake to bother him. The first morning of February shakes Levi with a nervous stomach, slowly forcing him back under the covers. But he is humanity's strongest and won't allow himself to be defeated by his own exaggerated worries.

His callus fingers dig beneath the mattress for a journal, bound cover to cover, dark and hard. Removing a slip of torn paper, Levi finds an incomplete page, that many alike follow. Eyes, the same color as a cloudless summer's sky, pace down the parchment as his pen forms different combinations of the alphabet.

- perhaps it is wrong. Perhaps I am wrong, but how could the thing that makes you restless at night and ecstatic each day not be right? The answer eludes me.

The pen tip taps, leaving ink blotches in the page corner. Levi groans, unsure of whether his next paragraph or chapter should come next. This indecision taunts him, disproving the current belief that he is brilliant among men. In a chance to find some vague recollection of his inspiration, Levi showers briefly.

When he emerges, coated in steam and hot beads of water, Levi tucks back under his blankets and begins writing again.

For When the World Seems Against You

By your side I am Eren, and by your side, I'll always be. I swore to it. . . or do you not remember? Though others may persecute you, lie about you, even threaten your very (precious) life, I will protect you Eren. So-

"Captain, good morning," Eren sheepishly calls as he opens the door. In an instant, Levi's heart begins charging, pounding painfully with each step the brunette takes toward him. Eren's perfectly tanned skin practically glows in the dawning sunlight, and his young, hard features settle in a groggy expression, yet he attempts a smile. Sea meets sky as Eren's ocean filled eyes meet Levi's, creating a soulful storm.

"Next time, knock," Levi snaps in an effort to maintain his calm. Eren retreats a foot or two but acts as though his captain's bark hadn't phased him. "Y-yes. Sorry, sir."

"What is it exactly that you need?"

"Commander Erwin wants to see you in his office."

"Is that all?"

Nod.

"Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Yes, captain."

Levi lets out a hard sigh as if he had been holding his breath the entire time, which he probably had. A few minutes of quiet, metal scratching paper the only sound, until Levi is comfortable enough to dress.

The day continued without a single hitch. Erwin only wanted to speak of tactics and strategies with Levi, something that had never interested him but found he had a gift for. By evening the callus of Levi's ring finger throbbed from the pressure of his pen against it half the morning and all afternoon. The stack of untouched papers on the right of his desk had finally been moved to the left by seven o'clock pm.

It's seven-fifteen when Levi strolls into the mess hall, only wishing to brew a cup of tea. Yet he wonders if his Eren is here. Not my Eren. Just Eren, Levi reminds himself. His icy gaze creeps over every table until he finds the fiery brunette. Luckily no one notices when Levi's features soften for the teen, smiling and flashing those magnificent eyes, the color of ocean waves. In those waves, Levi would happily drown. Eren could be his ocean, and although he would be drowning, he'd take in more and more water.

There's a temptation clouding Levi's judgment. A force begins pulling him to the table. But how strange would it look if he sat beside Eren with no warning or reason? Creepy and strange. And the last thing Levi wants Eren to think of him is that he's a creepy old man. Before Levi comes into even arms length of Eren, he turns into the kitchen where he boils some water, and then brews his tea.