[Levi / Eren] Wedding Room

Love & Hate

As the last bit of ink found its way onto the document before him, his hand shook. In fact, all of him trembled. He was talked into this program by his parents, who were trying to will him in with "a nice girl."  Seems his parents never really knew him at all. Otherwise they would've known that Eren was completely, and utterly, gay. Which is why he wanted to be involved, he had options.  He wanted to be with a guy, but could never settle with someone he liked, that or they didn't want him -- but that was hard to come across with Eren's body.

He gently set the pen back down on the large oak desk beside the small stack of papers which he'd had to sign some of, then sat back up in his chair, shifting awkwardly as he twirled a strand of his cocoa-colored hair daintily around his slender fingers -- it had been pointed out by everyone that he knew, that for a guy of his height, he had such small, frail hands.

Actually, it was hard to tell he was a guy, aside from the obvious flat chest. But really, he was as close to a trap as a trap could get. That particular day, he donned tight, pastel blue shorts that went up to his waist, and stopped barely below his butt, a light gray hoodie, and thigh-high, white, knit socks, with little bunny tails on the backs -- which he called "bun-bun fluffs" every time one of his friends would ask.

He was, in every way, adorable. His blue-green eyes stood out more so than his hips did, and that was saying something. Guys chased after his hips like no tomorrow without even knowing him, and girls -- that knew he was a guy -- longed for his figure. Not that he was the perfect being. No, that doesn't exist. But he wasn't shy of the title "goddess," it had been truly overused on him. And hips, weren't even the full extent.

He was still trembling and frightened as ever, but gave the man sitting next to him in another office chair a small, nervous smile. All he got in return was a stare and a huff. Sure this engagement-in-school program was grueling, but he didn't have to be so mean about it, in Eren's opinion. He signed up for this, after all. No parent can force their child to sign up to, and no parent can sign their child up for this program. The person says "no" in the beginning of the psychological and mental stability exam, and that's that. He frowned slightly and turned back to face the man on the opposite side of the desk, looking around it. Then the man finally spoke up.

"Alright, you two start school tomorrow morning. Stay in room seven for the night. We'll take you to your campus tomorrow morning," the man said. Eren looked up at him with an enthusiastic smile. He was trying to be optimistic about the whole situation.

"Great let's get out of here.." the guy sitting next to Eren said.

"Go on. Your stuff is in the room already, waiting for you. Our service desk employees carried all of it by hand."

"I-It's.." The other guy got up with wide eyes and rushed to the room, and Eren followed behind as quick as he could, but he was barely able to keep up. 'This guy must be an athlete, geez...' he thought. Eren finally got to the room and sat down on the bed, panting as he was out of breath, only for his face to be met with the floor. He groaned a bit, before pushing himself up.

"W-Wha...?" He said weakly.

"Don't sit on the clean bed, you filthy twat. I don't care if you're a girl."

"I'm not a girl.."

"I don't care if you're a b- wait.. what?" He looked over the taller male's body, stopping a few times to really take it all in.

"I, am a boy."

"You're a guy? Are you sure? You don't look like a boy. Well other than maybe your chest." The other looked over his figure once more.

"I'm a boy. Seriously."

"...take off the shorts."

"W-Wait what?" He asked nervously. "I-I- no- I'm not going to."