Flowers for the Wounded (Levi x Eren Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Meat

"Will you come over for dinner, Eren?"

"I'm afraid not tonight. I'm sorry, Levi."

The door shut in my face. Again. I left and the next evening, I came back.

It's a shock that Eren hasn't gotten a restraining order on me, honestly.

I've been visiting him for brief moments every time he was home. And every time, he continued to refuse my offer to treat him to a homemade dinner although truthfully, most of it was me cooking under my mom's watchful eye. I took Armin's advice to heart choosing not to let him go, but wanting to keep going until Eren actually gave me a chance. I need to prove myself in a way that he could see. I needed a way to show him who I really way without too many interruptions. I needed him to see who I was and not just the guy Eren saw for first impressions, a broken body laying on a hospital cot.

I wanted to mean something to Eren and not just become another former patient who was simply grateful for his service (not that I wasn't since Eren had magic hands that made things feel okay). One week turned into two and by the time things were about to turn to the third week, Eren approached me before I even set foot outside of my house.

I was a little flustered since I didn't expect him to come to me. Although, I could only expect the worse. I braced myself for him to yell at me only he didn't. Instead, he took a deep breath before looking at me nervously.

"You are unbelievably stubborn. You know? I have a fantastic level of patience. But you, Levi, you're like this little chisel chipping away at my walls every single moment. I've started hearing that little metal banging in the back of my head even when I sleep. I thought I made myself clear, but I can see that you won't be backing down. So, here's the deal: I'll amuse your little idea. I'll come over for dinner to tonight," he declared. A sense of pride filled my chest as I smirked in his direction.

"You won't regret it," I said. Eren tried to look disinterested and just pouted pursing his lips just a little.

"I'll come over, but I won't enjoy it. I'm telling you this right now. This guy here, Eren Yeager? He is an immovable object who will hate every second of being here tonight," he insisted.

"And I am an immovable force here to please your reckonings. Challenge accepted," I shot back. We stared each other down for a moment before Eren turned around waving a hand.

"I'll be over at 7:00, Levi."

"Sounds delightful," I returned. The door shut behind me, and my knees buckled. I crashed to the floor in sheet excitement before scrambling for my phone. I called the number on speed dial and waited as it played its little song. Three tones later, there was a soft click.

"He's coming over at 7:00!" I screamed. There was a squeal from the other line as my mom seemed to drop whatever she was doing.

"My baby boy is finally getting his hot man! He's going to finally slide that hot dog all nice and snug in to the bun with a dash of mayo. I'm proud of you," she beamed. I paused for a moment.

"Wait, rewind, did you just—"

"You know what? Go make some kind of side dish. I'm coming over and making meatloaf. No, you can't fight me and you can't stop me. Love you, my little bunny!" The dead tone left me holding the phone limply. Heat flushed my cheeks as very gutter minded thoughts and images filled my head. I cannot believe my mom went there. Why is she like this?

I slapped myself and tried to grab my bearings of the situation and rounded about to the kitchen. The fridge was stocked and the recipe book in the cupboard was ready to be soiled. It couldn't be that hard to make some side dishes. I can manage to cook without burning my house down at the least. Maybe a nice little stir fry of veggies would be good. Oil, seasoning, softening, and boom: edible food.