🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

Detention

Eren chewed on his lip in frustration as he stormed into detention, fit to be tied. He had stewed over his fate for the entire weekend, taking it out on the opposing team on Sunday afternoon. He had fouled out so many times he practically handed the other team twenty points. If his gameplay hadn't been so devastating, the Titans might actually have lost. But it wasn't all due to the impotent frustration he felt that he would be missing basketball practice.

Eren was pissed.

Pissed that a stupid scandal was upstaging his perfect basketball season, pissed that some freaky goth kid had humiliated him and then dodged his punch, pissed that the altercation had outted his best friend as a homophobe, and pissed that he now had to sit with the guy for a whole week, rotting in detention. 

He slammed into the room hoping against hope that Marylin Manson decided to blow off the punishment. He sat down by the door when he noted there was no such luck. Dracula was already seated in the last seat by the windows, looking down at his desk as his hand glided over a page in an open sketchpad. It irritated Eren even more when the guy didn't even look up to acknowledge the racket he was making by scraping his rickety chair across the linoleum. He was about to open his mouth to say something obnoxious when Mr. Mueller bustled into the room looking beleaguered and uncomfortable in a suit that was easily two sizes too small. 

"Alright, you are the only two on the roster right now. Ackerman, Levi, and Yeager, Eren. Oh, Yeager! I saw you in the game yesterday, son. Great attack you have there."

Eren nodded regally when Mr. Mueller looked up. He checked out of the corner of his eye to see if Levi had realized who he was dealing with yet, but the other man hadn't twitched a muscle in either of their directions. He may as well have been alone in the fucking room. Asshole.

"Alright, so you have to be here for ninety minutes but I don't have any other instructions so you're just gonna...think about what got you here in the first place. Oh...and your phones, please."

Eren handed his over with a suffering expression on his face but Levi just held his up disinterestedly and waited for the teacher to take it from his hand. He didn't even make eye contact. What is with this guy?

Mueller collected their devices, sat down in a huff, and pulled out his iPad setting it up on the desk and plugging in a massive pair of noise cancelling headphones that he slipped over his balding head. Effectively tuned out, Eren settled back, sneaking another glance at his fellow prisoner, irritated anew that he seemed completely indifferent to the situation. He didn't want to be the first to break the silence, but after fifteen minutes, Eren was bored enough to gouge out his own eyeballs. He hadn't though to retrieve his backpack after class so he couldn't even work on homework.  

"Is it always like this? He doesn't even know we're still in the room."

Levi grunted an affirmative without looking up from whatever he was drawing. Eren snorted, half surprised that the other boy had even responded. The malevolent need irritate Levi as much as he was irritated permeated his consciousness.

"Figured you would have been in detention before."

 That must have struck a nerve because the continuously gliding hand ceased its motion and Levi turned slowly to glare at him, the dead expression in his eyes actually frightening when set behind all the dramatic satanist makeup. He stared, unblinking for a moment, until his expression shifted to a more recognizable dislike. Apparently their feelings were mutual. 

"I have never. Petra, you know, the girl you almost flattened, has him for study hall. She warned me it would be like this."

Eren's brow twitched but he fought to keep his expression neutral. In actuality he did kind of feel bad about that. He was so used to people getting out of his way, he really just hadn't been paying attention to who was around. He'd rationalized over the weekend that if he hadn't been called out so aggressively he probably would have apologized.

Maybe. 

"What is she, your girlfriend or something? Your next human sacrifice?"

The dark haired man opened his mouth to reply to the insult but something flashed in his eyes that made Eren immediately uncomfortable. When he spoke, his tone was thick with sarcasm.

"Didn't your buddy already establish that I'm a prancing fairy? We don't tend to have girlfriends. As far as sacrifices go, someone like Petra would hardly appease the Dark One. He requires offerings with significantly higher blood volume." 

He looked Eren up and down pointedly before turning back to his sketchpad but his hand didn't start moving again. Eren stuttered internally. Of course he remembered Jean using the slur, but in his abstraction over what that meant for him and their friendship he had completely forgotten that it also meant Levi was gay...and apparently out to the extent that he had no interest in denying it. 

Eren's mouth hung open for a moment and he had to make an effort to snap it shut. He had known about other gay kids of course, in both middle school and at Paradis, but had never been in such close, private, proximity with one before (he didn't count Armin, because they never really spoke). Under different circumstances he might have had some questions for Levi...but this person was the current source of his misery.

He hated the gruffness in his voice when he responded.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe."

Eren snorted again but it died in his throat when Levi looked back at him again, his ice blue eyes burning into him like he was the Night King from Game of Thrones. They stared at each other for another long moment before Levi looked away again, this time resuming his drawing. Eren blinked and shivered. He was not a person who was easily intimidated but he realized with an erratic thump of his heart that he had absolutely no idea who this kid was or what he was capable of. He was reasonably certain that Levi was just joking around with all the blood sacrifice shit...Eren had started it...but still...

Eren might be aggressive, but he wasn't reckless. Even though he meted out his own form of justice on the court, he was a rule follower and always had been. He respected his parents and worked hard to keep his grades up. He had dreams bigger than Paradis high school and he wasn't going to let anything stupid (like fighting, drinking, or wild behavior) mess with his future. 

Levi on the other hand may as well have had "I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT GIVE A FUCK" tattooed across his forehead. He had never seen anyone so fucking unconcerned in his life. He also remembered quite poignantly the feeling of the breath leaving his lungs when Levi tackled him last week. He might look small, but the guy was obviously built under his ridiculous, costume-like clothing. Eren had actually known a moment of fear when he was about to eat his fist, sure that the blow could have broken his nose or at least knocked out one of his teeth. 

Finally he gave up staring and put his head down. Obviously conversation was pointless and too much time had passed for him to retort

…even if he could have thought of anything remotely intelligent to say...

Eren blinked lazily, unaware that he had fallen asleep until a swift kick to one of his chair legs nearly sent him sprawling. 

"Hey, Sleeping Brainless, time to go home."

Eren sat up disoriented, feeling drool on his cheek as he willed himself awake. Only his athletic reflexes kept his phone from smacking him in the side of the face as Levi tossed it, in the process of pocketing his own. He was packed up and standing halfway between his desk and the door. Mr. Mueller was already gone. Eren rubbed his hand over his face and turned but Levi had vanished, leaving him sitting there stupidly in an empty classroom. He stood up and stashed his phone, grumbling under his breath as he headed to his locker to retrieve his bag.

If Levi wanted to be such an asshole all the time, two could play at that game.