I'm Not A Girl [Ereri/Riren]

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Levi's POV

After the both of us confessed our little secrets to each other, I wore back my clothes and motioned Eren to go back home together. He just nodded. When I took a step forward, my legs gave out, making my body collapsed down.

Eren turned around and he saw me on the floor. His eyes were widened with concern in them and chuckled. That brat. He continued to laugh at me but when I shot him a glare full of pointy daggers, he stopped.

I opened my arms childishly and his laughter started again. He put an arm around my back and the other one on my back knee for support. He was carrying me like a bride and that made me blushed way too hard. Before he could notice my tomato cheeks, I planted my face onto his chest and fell asleep.

Eren's POV

As I walked out from the too old abandoned house and to the town where we lived, I noticed many people who passed by kept staring at me carrying a guy that was wearing a skirt. I just rolled my eyes and gave them the golden finger before crossing the junction.

"Hey Levi. Can you tell me where your house is so that I can take you there?" I asked without looking at him but got a total silent as a response.

This time, I looked down. His eyes were closed tight and was snoring a little. He looked too peaceful to be shaken awake or to be disturbed. I placed him on one of the public bench and took off my jacket to make him feel warm.

I actually didn't mind the coldness as the early autumn was my favorite season. I made him wear my jacket and used the hoodie to cover his face so that his cute sleeping expression would only be exclusive for me~

He was back on my arms and decided to let him to stay with me for the night. I took a peak at my watch and it told me that the time was 8:32 pm.

Wow. I was out to save his ass for that long and he should be grateful for what I did. I meant he must! I killed three people just for him.

I must be distracted from my thoughts again as I noticed both of us were standing in front of my house. I took the key from my pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. But before I could touch the doorknob, it was opened by itself and met the old familiar sweet honey eyes.

Mom.