After private practice, Eren grabbed his duffelbag from his locker and went to go take a shower.
Everyone had long since deserted the studio and it left Levi and Eren alone to head to the showers. It took everything in Eren not to glance at Levi when he began stripping, since the shower room was just a big room with shower heads (hints the name). Levi was obviously not at all effected by sharing a shower with another guy. After all, they both shared the same sexual organs that made them men.
Eren kept his back turned as he undressed, his duffle bag back in the locker room. Sighing, he grabs his soap and towel and made the silent trek to the shower head two spots away from him. Levi noticed and rose an arched brow.
"Brat, I won't bite. Hard," he added, chuckling as Eren blushed but went to the shower next to him. Usually dudes needed their space, but appearently he didn't mind one of his students in the nude.
Unnoticed to Eren, Levi watched as he began washing his hair, which made the muscles in his arms twitch as he scratched deeply into his scalp. Shampoo slid down the side of his tanned face and easily made it's way down chiseled abs. Eren was attractively lean, not to much muscle that met the naked eye. Levi could tell that if he ran his slender fingers across the boy's plectoral muscles, however; he would feel nothing but steel. That is one of the advantages of a fun way to excersise.
Now Levi had to stop watching the brunette if he wanted to keep his cool. Quietly, Levi parted his lips to speak, "Do you need a ride home?"
When the raven haired coach wasn't barking orders he was surprisingly silent. During school hours he did not grace words to students unless they talked shit about him, his dance class or his. dancing. Period.
Eren shook his head, "Nah, I can walk. I'm at Mom's this month."
"Isn't that six blocks from here?"
Eren shrugs, "I need the excersise."
Every month Eren and Mikasa alternated their living arangements. Six months with his mother and the others with his father. The two were not divorced, simply seperated untill they both worked out the problems in their relationship. It had been hard on Eren, these conditions either making him late for school, dance practice or a competition. It also worried him twenty four/seven if his parents could rekindle their love.
There was no way he could wonder if it was his fault that they were fighting because he knew. He knew it was his fault.
"I'm taking you home, but first, I need tea."
Eren smiled and shook his head, walking back to the locker room with Levi. Without thinking, he twisted up a towel and smacked Levi's ass. The senior jumped, before glaring and using his own towel to begin the Battle of Showerhead.
E.R.J
Amy Springer's Coffee and Tea Shop bustled with teenagers ready for the weekend. Owned by a certain bald friend's monther, Friday's resulted in talent competitions that always had High Schoolers' blood pumping. Stohess's private school cheerleaders drunk lattes daintily as they checked out Eren and Levi.
In their booth Levi groaned but sighed in contentment when the hot Earl Grey tea slid down his throat, leaving a trail of warmth that melted into a pool in his stomach. By the way Eren savored his hot choclate, he knew the exact same feeling.
"I am lead to believe if that girl keeps drooling over you we'll drown, Levi."
Levi grunts with a twinkle in his grey eyes. They flash gunmetal when he sees an orange teen walk their way. Eren drinks his choclate beverage to prevent himself from groaning when she began introducing herself. Eren, ever the polite soul, shakes her hand and compliments her style. In. Alarming. Detail. He also changes his voice so he sounds more girly and he bats his eyelashes as though they would summon a sandstorm. Levi resists the urge to laugh at Eren's use of a homosexual man cliché to make the blonde girl less unintrested.
