Weeaboo {Ereri}

XV.

"Levi, I think I'm in love with you."

"Excuse me?"

"No, that was wrong. I am in love with you, Levi."

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It was Wednesday, the time of middle days and in-betweens. "Ack, do I get the flat bread pizza or the deep dish pizza?" Hanji debated rather pointlessly. The pizzas were circular.

"They're both pizzas, aren't they?" I sighed. "Just choose one."

The look on their face was that of a small child's who'd just walked in on a puppy murderer. "The horror!" They suddenly leaned forward, tearing up. "You mean to say you don't have a pizza preference?"

"I don't much care," I mumbled, eyes rolling back to my phone.

"Itadakimas*," whispered Eren behind hands clasped in prayer beside me. Is he Shinto or Christian? I thought with pathetic amusement. My judgmental pleasure was ruined the moment I got an eye on Eren's boxed lunch. In fact, the blood drained from my face as I leaned over him and curtly snatched a carved mini sausage from the depths of his food. It was none other than an octopus sausage. I deadpanned at the freshman.

Closing his eyes, Eren haughtily plucked the sausage from my fingertips, blew on it, and popped it into his mouth. "It's childish to judge," he declared with a hoity-toity tone that made me yank him closer by his collar, eye twitching.

"Listen here, freshman shit-"

"Uwehh!" interrupted me- or, it sounded like an uwehh. Maybe it was a wahh! or a wooahh!. Who knew. Anyways, a squeaky shriek of panic was what I began with and pizza in my hair was what I ended with.

After inhaling, holding my breath for ten seconds, and exhaling, I turned my head around to see a horrified Armin. "Hey," I murmured to him with a low tone. Icicles dangled from my words. Armin shook under my daggered gaze and flinched when a fat sauce drop splattered on the bridge of my nose.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Armin squealed, and stumbled to his feet. My eyes followed him flatly. The crushed pizza slid off onto the floor slickly. Eren looked bewildered. Hanji was beside themself with laughter.

It took everything not to smash the remaining pizza down Armin's throat. Instead, I stood, shaking slightly. All of the tables around us had gone quiet, watching the scene play out. "Just forget it." Armin scrambled to the side as I stepped away from the table, wiping sauce off my head and flicking my hand.

After an uncertain look at his bento**, Eren hurried after me.

My palms ached with the red crusted fingernails digging into them. I blew off a hall monitor as I left the cafeteria, slamming the bathroom door to their panicked calls. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going; the only thing that was needed right now was solitude.

I poked at the hair drying in crusty red clumps in front of a mirror and sighed hopelessly. "What a pain." The door to the bathroom opened, and I watched through the mirrors Eren hesitantly approach me.

He pointed to the door. "Uh, Levi, you-"

"Go." Eren's eyes widened. I glared at him.

That tinkling laugh of his broke the silence. Quite annoyingly. He gave me those crinkling eyes I hated and said, "You look ridiculous."

The sink really was fascinating to observe in these situations. "Fuck you."

"Oh, come on." Eren took the last handful of steps to my side, twisting the knob on and running a hand under the water. "Don't be so saucy."