Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Threats?

Eren's eyes open to the sunlight flooding into the room, a shiver runs through him as cool air hits his exposed body. He shifts slightly attempting to loosen the knots that have formed in his muscles overnight. An attempt to move his legs shows them to be tangled up in the blanket at the end of the bed. He looks down at the weight next to him, his bare chest tickled by a head of dark hair splayed across it. He stares down at the sleeping form of Levi pressed against his side, his breathing deep and even. He can't help but stay on the fact that Levi had gravitated towards him during the night.

A moment later the man beside him shifts, let's out a yawn and stares up into Eren's eyes. For a while they're both trapped in the depths of each other, until Levi pushes himself away, breaking all contact.

"Can you not stare at me like that," He stretches his arms above his head, the sound of his shoulders popping fills the room, causing Eren to involuntarily shudder.

He allows his eyes to roam over Levi's bare chest, feeling as if he has some sort of claim to it now. Not that he's actually claimed it himself, but Levi let him stay over, so he figures it's only a matter of time, if his stupid brain doesn't get in the way again. He looks back up at Levi who is once again staring at him.

"Why?"

"Your eyes creep me out," He states, shrugging as if his response is totally normal.

"What?" His voice rises into a half shriek, staring at Levi with wide eyes.

He stares at Eren, amused at how easy he is to rile up, "You have really big eyes, and they're this weird teal colour. They creep me out."

"You're kidding, right?" He asks. This guy is crazy.

"No."

He has no idea where this has come from. He's known Levi for a while now, stared into his eyes as he reads the carefully hidden emotion within them, and now he decides to say that Eren's eyes are creepy. What is this guy's problem?

He stares at him, looking for any sign that he is trying to rile him up, but he finds nothing but his usual expressionless stare, not even a shred of humour.

"Okay then, way to ruin the mood, Levi."

"What mood? There was no mood."

"Yes there was, and now you've ruined it." He's done with making any attempt to hide his annoyance.

"Are you upset?" Levi asks, as if it isn't obvious.

"Of course I'm upset; you just made fun of my eyes." He gets up from the bed, tripping slightly on the blanket still tangled around his feet. He storms out of the room towards the kitchen, grabs his shirt and jacket off the chair where he left them last night and hastily pulls them on.

"I was stating a fact," He hears from behind him, he whirls around to face Levi.

"You were being rude," He answers bitterly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving," He says as he heads for the door.

Levi's mood swings are something Eren has never experienced with another person before. It crosses his mind that Levi might actually be mad about what happened last night, or more what didn't happen, but he finds himself settling on the conclusion that this is just the way Levi is, possibly bipolar. A somewhat decent human being one minute and then cold asshole the next minute. He can't keep up.

"Why?"

He whips around, hand clutching around the doorhandle, "Why do you think?"

Levi causally strolls up to him, "Oh come on, Eren Yeager. Don't be so over dramatic."