Ereri Oneshots

Part 18

This one's not all too much Romantic EreRi.

Just some platonic stuff.

One had to be a real dumbass to make this much noise in the slums of Sina, let alone this block, between 103rd and 104th street – Levi's block.

"Humanity's Strongest Thug," as he is called, owns the sole apartment building on this block. An old, graying building, with no tenants except for one, who lives on the top floor.

Levi could hear the noise all the way from his window on the fifth floor, and now here he is, rounding the corner of the apartment building and turning into the narrow street where three figures are engrossed in a fight.

Levi stands with his hands stuffed in his pockets, assessing the situation.

Two men dressed in all black and gray throw their fists repeatedly, slugging another person they have pinned to the ground. Even with their combined strength, they have a hard time containing the person below with all his flailing limbs. Levi gets a glimpse of a young face and brown hair and flashing teeth when he rolls over, legs kicking and managing to bite down on one of the assailant's arms, before he is thrown against the side of his building. There is a loud smack as the back of his head meets the wall, leaving a bloodstain.

"Oi," Levi growls.

"Who the fuck," One of the men, wearing a beanie, says and snaps his head around. "Stay the hell out of thi–Oh shit."

The other man, with a hoodie pulled up to partially hide his face, is still kicking the brunette in the stomach, when his partner smacks his arm.

"Dude, it's–"

Hoodie looks up, and though his eyes are shadowed, Levi sees how they widen.

"Fuck, it's–"

"Dude," Beanie says again, this time panic raising the pitch in his voice, "Come on, let's go!"

And the pair are scrambling up, nearly tripping over their victim's sprawled out legs, before they are scrambling down the opposite end of the lane.

Levi did not even need to lift a finger. Just a glimpse of his face. His name, his reputation, are enough to have people running.

Levi walks over to the beat up figure. There is nothing but the sound of Levi's black boots dragging against loose grit and broken up concrete and the other's ragged breathing. His pants are coated in dust and where his long sleeve shirt is ripped, probably scraped up from being dragged along the ground, Levi can make out glimpses of thick black lines of tattoos winding up his arms.

"Hey, kid. Can you get up?"

The kid's head whips up and those teeth are bared again, lips pulled back and he is snarling up at Levi, fury lighting up his green eyes.

"I don't need your pity!" He spits and moves to stand up and grab at Levi, adrenaline and anger still pumping through his veins.

Levi shoves the kid back into the wall before his grimy hands could grab any part of him.

"Who said anything about pity," Levi growls. "I could beat down your sorry ass right now, and then you'd wish I had left you with those two shitheads."

The kid still squirms and wriggles against the wall, his dirtied and bloodied face twisted in a scowl. He desperately grabs at Levi's hand curled into his shirt collar, trying to pry him off.

"Just let me go!" The kid snarls.

A grunt and he claws even harder at Levi's hands, nails sinking into flesh.

"Who are you?!"

At those words, Levi's grip loosens for a split second. The kid takes that tiny window of opportunity to try and slide away, but Levi delivers a swift kick to his side, avoiding his injured stomach, but sending him down to the ground.

The kid winces and curls into himself, clutching his stomach with one hand.

"Who the hell are you?!"

No one dare challenges him..

Green eyes glare up at him.

The man from The Underground.

Furious, fiery.

Humanity's Strongest Thug.

Defiant.

Levi withdraws the foot he had placed on the kid's shoulder to keep him pinned.

"No one."

The kid's face eases up a bit in confusion, but then his brows are creasing again, and Levi sees his lips part in question.

"I'm nobody," Levi says before the other can speak up, and then he is extending a hand out.

"What's your name, kid?"

–

At some point

I started looking at the ground more than the sky

It's hard even to breathe

I hold out my hand

But no one holds it

I'm a

Loser, loner

A coward who pretends to be tough

A mean delinquent

In the mirror, you're just a loser

A loner, a jackass covered in scars-