🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

Ambush

Most people think the greatest thing about playing basketball is making the shot. The satisfaction of the swish; nothing but net. For Eren it was about control. Control on the court, control over his body, control over his life. Basketball would give him everything he wanted out of life. All he had to do was practice, practice, practice. 

He didn't even realize how exhausting it all was, until he landed in detention and was forced to take a break. Sure, he was still waking up at five a.m. to get in his free throws, but not practicing with the team everyday was a rest for both his body and his mind that he didn't know he needed. He could have supplemented his training with pick up games or even called Jean to play one on one, but the nights were dark and cold and though it frightened him to admit it, he didn't really want to. 

Not that he didn't love basketball or his friends, but he was distracted, and that distraction had a name that always seemed to be on the tip of his tongue lately, even if he never spoke it aloud: Levi. 

Levi was annoying, frustrating, and impossible to understand. He had a bad attitude, made ridiculous, dramatic fashion choices and had absolutely no sense of his place in society's hierarchy. Most interesting of all, he seemed to know exactly who he was and didn't seek anyone's approval. Eren had never met anyone like him. He was fascinating, and whether it was the enigma he represented or his magnetic sensuality that drew Eren to him, he just couldn't seem to get him off his mind. 

He knew Levi considered him a spoiled, bougie, asshole and rather than making him angry, like it had the first time they spoke to each other, now it just made him self conscious. The day he had spun the basketball on Levi's finger and seen his usually sullen face break into such a genuine smile had done something to him. 

He wanted to see him smile again. 

He wanted Levi to come to one of his basketball games and be impressed by his prowess on the court. But it went deeper than just wanting to show off. He wanted Levi to know him. 

"Hey, hey Eren! Wake up, dude!"

Eren blinked at Jean as a soggy piece of bread whacked him in the side of the face. He reached out smacked Jean upside the head with well practiced ease and the other boy yelped in pain.

"What the fuck, asshole?"

Jean frowned at him, rubbing the back of his neck. The noise of the lunchroom and their friends snickering filtered back in through Eren's abstraction. 

"I was talking to you, bro, and you've been spacing for the last ten minutes. What's with you lately?"

Eren scowled as he peeled the wet wheat product off his face. 

"Nothings 'with' me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wash my face."

He got up, dumped his mostly empty styrofoam tray in the trash and slipped out of the cafeteria. He headed for the bathroom at the end of the corridor that led to the loading dock rather than the more frequented one by the front hall. He didn't particularly want to interact with people at the moment and the one person he did want to see wasn't anywhere to be found. Eren wondered about that. 

It seemed slightly odd to him, now that he thought about it, that he had never noticed someone as distinctive as Levi hanging out around the school. It wasn't particularly unusual that they didn't share any classes, Paradis high school was massive and their grade particularly so, with upwards of eight hundred juniors. When he considered the fact that the art rooms were on the fourth floor and the physical education department was in the basement it made more sense, but he never even saw him by the lockers, with the exception of the fateful day they landed in detention and even then he hadn't noticed the other boy until he was called out. Where the hell did Levi go when he wasn't in class?