Is This Crazy? [Ereri]

Are You Crazy?

EREN WONDERS THE HALLS, searching for Captain Levi. No one has seen him this morning, and, with everyone aware of his insomnia, they thought it strange for someone not to have ran into him by now. Eren decided to check up on his captain. Maybe he's sleeping, Eren thought. If I could hardly sleep, I'd take every second of it that I could get.

Slowly, Eren reaches for the knob leading to Levi's room. The door opens to reveal Levi sound asleep. Eren smiles softly, stepping closer to the man, and finds himself ghosting his knuckles against Levi's cheek. Levi turns and takes part of the blankets with him, exposing one of his legs. A bare, unclothed leg. Does that mean. . . Eren's eyes follow from the ankle to thigh, and anchors on one of Levi's firm, round cheeks.

Am I drooling? Eren wonders, quick to cover his eyes. In truth, he wants to continue, wants to look Levi up and down, study his raw, rugged sex appeal. But does he feel the same towards me? Of course, he doesn't. He probably thinks of me as an unstable masochistic, with poor cleaning skills. To me, though, he's perfect.

The captain is safe and sound so Eren can leave in comforting knowledge, but not before he notices a small journal lying beside the bed. Seeing no downside, Eren picks up the item, and a page has been badly crinkled. Captain won't like this. He opens the book and begins smoothing out the paper. It's not on purpose when green waves wash over written words.

- I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How your smile makes my heart skip a beat and how every time I'm with you I feel so complete. Ever since I met you, Eren, no one else is worth thinking about.

Eren shakes, not fearfully, but dizzily. In all his life he never could have dreamt that Captain Levi could feel this way about him. Him.

A suicidal teen with anger issues and that is also a titan. A titan. Eren also thought he could never become the thing he hated most in this world. But he had. Not by his own hand, but by his father's. And while this may seem like a curse, a burden, too many, to Eren it was living, breathing hope.

Frantically, Eren flips through the pages, skimming them each. He stops, slamming the little journal shut as Levi stretches, yawns, and begins to wake. Quietly and quickly, the brunette retreats to his room. The book in his hands.

LEVI TURNS TO THE DOOR, his foggy sight focusing on its handle. Maybe he had only imagined the tap, tap, tap of boots in his quarters. Like yesterday, he sheds the blankets, showers, and then dresses before heading to the mess hall. All food has been claimed by the time he gets there. Hangi waves him over to a table, every seat taken except one. He glances around at their faces. Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Jean, and- of course- Hangi. But where's Eren? Levi thinks, showing no actual signs of worry or curiosity. Did he ever, though?

Hangi grins before sliding a small plate of food towards him. "I figured you were sleeping," she says a bit too happy. "So I saved some for you. You're welcome." Hangi chuckles softly. Why? Because she's happy to know Levi got the sleep he deserves, the sleep he needs. For years she's been trying to come up with a solution, some way to help him slumber, but so far, all her attempts have failed. Although now she is curious. What had given him the psychological peace? An investigation is in order, she decides.

"Levi, I have to ask: What caused this sudden change in your sleeping habit?" The captain sipped from his teacup (Hangi had brewed some green tea to go along with his bread and beans) then kept his gaze set on its rim. "How am I supposed to know? I'm not even sure why I have insomnia in the first place." Honestly, he didn't know. Hangi had plenty of theories to pull out of her ass, but Levi couldn't seem to believe a single one.

"That seems odd. There has to be a source. Levi, would you mind if I ran a few tests?"

"Yes, a lot actually. This is my own issue. Not yours. I'd appreciate if you kept your nose out of it."