Prison Walk

Prison Walk - Chapter 3

Chapter 3~ Prepare some tissues paper before reading :)

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"Tch."

Levi was aggravated. No, the cause of his aggravation was not Eren, -in case anyone was wondering- who was currently staring questioningly at him, silently inquiring the reason to Levi's purposefully exaggerated tongue-clicking. The curiosity in his eyes -those prized pulchritude- deepened when Levi provided him with only a slight shake of his head as an answer, not once, not twice, but in fact the whole of the past three days.

It was not that Levi wanted to keep something from Eren. Levi felt his chest tighten every time the look of dejection surfaced on his brat's face, as if someone had a spiky chain pierced through his body, wrapping it around his throbbing heart. Levi, who was a dumb -yes, he actually called himself dumb- noob towards any stuff connected to relationships, would rather tell his lover of his troubles than to hide it, fearing any misunderstandings might pull them apart.

But for this matter, it was different. Levi wanted Eren to notice it for himself, to discover the main cause of his not-going-anywhere-else-soon exasperation. Levi wanted Eren to understand him, to know him so well that, even if Levi kept his usual stony mask on, Eren would still be able to see through it, straight into the crazy roller coaster ride of his heart. Levi wanted Eren to explore him, both literally and metaphorically, leaving not a stone unchecked or un-turned.

Levi was fully prepared to let Eren into his love-struck heart. But Eren had to realize it.

It had been another seven days since their supposedly restricted relationship was confirmed, three -no, fuck his mathematic calculations, four- days since Horse-Face (or Jean, as his brat had informed him) came across them kissing -a tasty French kiss giving his tongue plenty of exercises-, and three days since that Horsey started his continuous attempts at laser-frying Levi with his tiny eyes.

AN: there are break times for prisoners to get out of their cells, usually an hour after lunch. That's when Jean found out about Levi and Eren. If there's a fight, lockdown is the most common punishment, resulting in all the prisoners being locked up in their cells for as long as two weeks.

As proud as Levi was to admit that his own pair of grey orbs did way better than Horse-Face at that subject, after repeatedly shooting that mad, jealous beast down for that many days, hours after hours, Levi felt exhausted. Was he not worried about the punishment his lover would be getting had he escaped his suffocating cage, Horse-Face would be in the hospital by now, without a doubt.

Levi felt exposed, like he was currently standing in front of everyone nude, with an icy wind biting into his warm flesh, sharp and cold and uncomfortable. After being the target of Horse-Face's piercing eyes for an unhealthy period of time, the word 'privacy' had almost ceased to exist in his mental dictionary. He felt vulnerable, and Levi, being the proud asshole as he was, loathed that feeling.

And this whole fucking shit leaded back to the whole Eren's-sad-and-pouty-face, for Levi's pride had been preventing him from telling his brat that Horse-Face was that stupid pain in his ass.

"Tch." Another click of his tongue, its sudden appearance completely unintentional. That fucking horse... Levi glowered at Horse-Face -who did the same stubbornly-, the intensity of his glare so deathly and scathing that even the most prideful president would be scared shitless, running with his tail tucked between his legs. Levi raised his left hand, preparing to give that horse a particular chosen finger when Eren interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Levi. It's two-thirty in the afternoon."

Levi's eyes immediately attached themselves onto his brat's, Horsey now completely forgotten and thrown to the back of his mind. Levi was a clean-freak, who took pride in how sanitary his belongings and surroundings were, thus it was unsurprising for him to love keeping himself clean and presentable too.