The Winter Project-[Levi x Eren]

Chapter Ten:Bruises And Scars

Levis POV

"Okay, thanks!" He replied and as he went up the stairs, I heard him fall and wince. "Goddamnit Jaeger, be more careful." He looked down and apologized. "Tch." The brat continued up the steps and once I heard the shower turn on I began to think back at how he put makeup in his bag. What the hell could this brat need it for? It was all coverage items as weldl, what could this kid be hiding." He said he would explain after, I will ask him when he gets out of the shower. This kid had too many elements to him that made my curiosity run wild.

I wonder if he's ever been in a relationship, he blushes a lot, whenever I touch him. What was his sexuality, was he gay, was he straight? Why was he so tall? Did he have a girlfriend? Did he have a job? If he had a job what is it? Why was his sister so clingy? Where was his mother? These were the questions that lingered in my head when we talked.

Erens POV

I stepped into the shower letting the hot water caress my cold body. I watched as the makeup on my wrists and hands washed off slowly. I had only used it to cover any sort of bruise and mark from my father. My thighs were cleaner than my wrists but still had scattered bruises. I had a large scar on my wrist from when my father decided to throw a full beer bottle at me. The scar was even painful to look at, to think about. It was horrifying to even think about going back there while he was present. I would very much rather spend it with someone like Levi. Yeah, he can be an ass sometimes but there is something about him that makes me constantly be in his presence. I can't figure out exactly what it is but it's definitely there.

I got out of the shower and I grabbed my makeup bag after getting dressed in grey skinny jeans with holes in the need which I matched with a navy green hoodie. I rolled up the sleeves and started to cover the scar and bruises on my wrist and hands, I set it all down with and put everything into my bag all except for my foundation, that I had just run out of. I had to get more, but how the hell was I going to do that, I was with Levi for the entire length of the break. I have no clue how I'm supposed to tell Levi, especially with the piercing eyes staring at me.

It's been at least 35 minutes and I should go back downstairs otherwise Levi would be pissed. I walked back down the stairs while I rolled down my sleeves. "Oi, Jaeger I have a question, come sit." He said with a hint of softness in his voice. "Why did you pack makeup?"Levi said with complete seriousness in his voice. I was pretty scared to tell this man, I knew how powerful he was. I didn't want him to have boring hate towards me. I almost didn't want to leave. I just didn't want to go home, I didn't want to face my abusive scumbag father.

"Brat, don't ignore me." He said without leaving a trace of the softness previously in the deep voice he had. "S-sorry. I have it because of w-well." I started to stutter. "Come on kid. Spit it out already," he said with impatience. "It's because I have bruises I have to hide!" I said fast at the sudden force in his voice." I said avoiding eye contact, afraid to meet the stern gaze in which belonged to the man sitting across from me. "Show me." He said sternly. I had already put makeup there and I'm out of foundation. "well...I would but the makeup is already there, and I'm out of the foundation." I said scared he didn't believe me.

"Wash it off we'll go out and buy you some more." Was Levi just showing some sort of sympathy. My body was now in control, "Okay" I said as I walked to the bathroom and he followed. Once in the bathroom I grabbed paper towels and wiped the makeup off while running it under hot water revealing the bruises and one scar, I took a quick glance at Levi and I saw his eyes narrow and then widen, then he spoke up: "What are the bruises from, and that scar it's rather large. He asked actually showing some emotion and making it clear he was curious but not trying to show it as he raised one narrow black eyebrow.

"Well, that scar is from when my father, drunk and high as hell through a beer bottle at me, and the others are from times he's kicked and hit me," I said my voice making it clear that I was extremely nervous. "How long has this been happening." He asked with a decent amount of force in his voice, he furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know exactly, I guess about since my mom died...." I said keeping my gaze at the ground in fear of meeting his cold gaze. "Alright go sit on the couch I need to exchange the bandages on your ankle." He said smoother than anyone could imagine, I walked out and he followed after grabbing the first aid kit.