My Little Brat

Headaches?

Levi had finished his shower, cleansing himself of the day's events. He dressed into a sweater and some pajama pants, climbing into bed after having shut the blinds.

He took a few painkillers and eventually fell asleep.

Eren on the other hand, was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he cooked his own pasta sauce, adding ingredient after ingredient. He enjoyed cooking, though it reminded him of his mother, he still found it relaxing. Somehow he'd remembered many of the recipes they'd had long ago, and could make them well.

Levi had often joked about him starting a business, though part of Eren knew it wasn't a joke and that he honestly believed that.

Perhaps he would.

When he finished a few hours later he came into the bedroom, adjusting the blinds just slightly to allow the last fading daylight in, and he adjusted the lights. They were dim so as not to disturb Levi yet.

He moved to Levi's side and knelt beside the bed, fingers combing through his hair gently, and then down his face to his cheek. He brushed his thin over his cheek slowly, as if coaxing him out of sleep. "Levi~" He said softly, in a singsong tone.

Levi's eyes opened groggily and it took him a moment to register Eren, then a small smile came to his lips. " How long was I out...?"

" About two and a half hours, but dinner is ready. "

He blinked hard to adjust his eyes and sat up.

Eventually they made their way to the table and began eating, Eren's cooking as good as ever.