Someday,maybe...again ( eruri )

Erwin

<<< levi pov >>>

I'm not even in the mood to make myself a decent breakfast so I just drink some milk - cold ... Maybe that will help loosen up my nerves- and just head off to the kitchen .

Erwin has always been the one to make breakfast, and lunch ... Well, Lunch and dinner. He is that kinda of overwhelmingly - adorably- caring man after all: always making sure I ate well- I always wonder how he manages to cook with only one fucking arm... His fucking LEFT arm... But it's Erwin we're talking about so...

He'd always stay longer in bed, Yes he's lazy as fuck when he's just woken up and he likes to just stay in bed and cuddling and asking -begging-  for more minutes I think he just does that o tempt me and or rile me up. I also wouldn't rule out the possibility of him doing that just to accommodate my sometimes - more like fucking mostly- urgent need to rush into the bathroom as soon as I open my eyes and get on with my morning shower. He'd always waste some time in bed either hugging my pillow and scream-complaining about me neglecting him and not giving him his morning kiss, just playing with sheets like the kid he is inside and that people fail to see him as or acting his fucking age checking his emails, and calendar before he'd bring his ass to join me in bathroom. Letting him join from the beginning has proven to be counter-productive so we've both learned our lesson. The process took longer for him as he kept insisting -throw in dem puppy eyes- on trying again every time, but we got there eventually. He complains about it every once in a while and insist on kissing, not caring about morning breath- Fucking adorable cheese ball-  ignoring my endless complains about how fucking disgusting it is. But his pouting and whining is just NOT something i can resist.

He isn't very organized, contrary to his appearance Erwin is a pretty messy person. Once he gets into something, his monstrous focus wouldn't let him see anything besides his end goal. In the end, he always makes sure to clean up his messes though, not wanting to trigger one of my cleaning-rampages. Leaving our house perpetually in and endless circle of piled of files on the living room table - at least he keeps his stuff there- and apology flowers the following days. Again fucking adorable.

He is just the kinda man that would always sit on my right side when watching TV so he'd be able to drape his arm around me running his fingers through my hair and the nape of my neck, or take my feet onto his lap massaging them all night long, just because he was that kinda cheesy sap that likes the idea of tending to my every ( imaginary) need, I mean we all know I would demand a damn massage if I fucking needed one. But he never waited for me to voice it, never actually even let me feel that need. He would take the remote, not even asking what I wanted to watch and just choose something he and I both knew I'd like, then leaves it on my lap, as I a reminder that just as have I set the pace in the beginning of our relationship, just as he tends to my every whim and need everyday, he still wants to please me at every opportunity he gets. And that selfless, attitude of his just made me further drown in the comfort of a domesticity I never thought  I would engage in. 

From the beginning It was all just a long fluid slide. One moment we were checking each other out, to the utter joy of our friends, then he came on to me, flirting in that ridiculously cheesy way of his ... And of course I didn't say no ... I couldn't say no to those eyes, so earnest, to the deadly combination of cheeky confident smile, the nervous looks he kept throwing my way and the cheesy jokes. I was drowning before I could even take a breath. 

Took us a long time to get used to each other though... No. took ME some time to get used to having him around, even with way he made my insides squeak in delight at the sight of him. Relationships weren't exactly my forte. I like having my space. And I used to think no one should be allowed in... "USED to" that is.

He was the one who initiated this whole thing. The one who kept reassuring me. And promising that I needn't change. That I was 'perfect' the way I am. And I took him in, allowed him to creep into places of my mind no one's ever ventured into. Personal space became a weird concept around him, and I became as attuned to his quirks and habits as he was to mine. and you'd think it easy to fall, to just let yourself be swept by the gravity, the motion. But fuck that. The fall is not the hard part. The hard part is propelling yourself over the cliff. It's to find the courage to put your heart on the line and risk having it thrown back to your face. And I'm no fucking coward.I take risks for a fucking living for God's sake. But after living on the streets and seeing all sort sof things, you'd have it ingrained in you that one is to be trusted. But that big oaf would smile at me in such a way that even I - as permanently-scowling as I am - would smile back at him... And then he'd smile even wider, making my insides twinge. He'd be looking at me one moment and then just drift off. It would piss me off! I would usually be talking to him expecting an answer. And just realizing I lost him at some point is fucking cute, no scratch that it's frustrating. But then he'd look so smitten, that it would make the rude lack of focus just too endearing for my heart. To think that kept happening more and more often these last few days that I used to seek reassurances of his love in his eyes at those times...

And then he just says he wants to stop this. Out of no fucking where... Saying I wasn't expecting that is the understatement of the fucking century...

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End of chapter 2.
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THANKS FOR READING ^^

Still no explanations... I'm really sorry. But seing Erwin the way Levi sees him in this fic is essential, so...

I'm planning on continuing this story till the end and as soon as possible. But as I went to read the earlier chapters to get back into the swing of things I really could not keep going without editing them. I've grown as a person and if I want to continue this in the best way I need to change the way i wrote the first few chapters.

Nothing will be changed plot-wise: The only thing that's being altered is how it's written it would still mean the world to me if you'd re-read them as I go edit them. It's ok if you don't ofc