The Transtempus Penalty (ERERI//RIREN)

Chapter 31

A/N: 👀👀👀 I have nothing to say, just read the damn thing, alright?

Several hours later, after getting a sufficient amount of sleep, I woke up to the feeling of fingers raking through my hair. Letting out a quiet groan, I opened my eyes and was thrilled to see Levi lying with me.

"Hey, good afternoon," Levi purred, leaning down and resting his chin on the top of my head. I woke up with my head on his shoulder, both my arms wrapped securely around his waist. I liked how warm I felt, lying in the pools of sunlight that embraced the both of us while the afternoon drained through the hourglass.

"Hi," I mumbled, pulling my arms tighter around his waist.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his voice coming from low in his throat while he reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm doing pretty good," I whispered, placing my hand over his and sliding it up the side of his body until I came to a rest at his waist. He wiggled his fingers beneath my hand and smirked at me when I next met his eyes.

"That's good. Me, too," he replied, smiling at me with eyes half closed.

I let out an affirmative hum, before my instincts kicked in and I questioned him further, "Are you sure? Your head doesn't hurt too bad?"

"What is this, The Spanish Inquisition?" Levi scoffed, wincing when I gently prodded around the welt on his eye socket.

"It just might be, depending on how you answer," I poked back, happy to shoot him a quick wink while he considered his response.

"Is that so?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow and allowing his lips to curl into a cunning smirk. "How do you plan on inquiring?" he challenged.

"I guess you'll have to find out." I said, chuckling while I regarded him.

Levi fell back onto the pillows and let out a long sigh, "I'm doing fine. Obviously it's all sore, and I think that my fine motor skills are pretty much shot for now, but I think it'll be okay."

"You're sure?" I asked him, but he shrugged and turned the question back around on me.

"Are you sure?" Levi remarked lazily lifting one of his eyebrows. "I'm okay, Eren."

I gave him a soft affirmation, and then asked, "So, do you wanna come downstairs and get something to eat? I think there's still some pizza from last night."

"Ah, yes, cold pizza," Levi snorted. "Sounds great."

"It can be hot pizza if you wanna stick it in the microwave," I offered.

"No, that's fine. Cold pizza is fine. I was just messing around," he replied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and gasping when he saw the clock. "Chrissakes, it's four-thirty!"

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" I asked, and Levi started to say something, but shook his head. We started for the stairs, though I was wary about his balance, and so I walked beside him in case he felt lightheaded. Unfortunately the stairs were quite narrow, so I just put my arm around his waist and guided him down.

"I guess not, actually. I guess I forgot that we skipped school to catch up on our sleep. But considering Petra knows where you live, and that I'm with you, she might pop by without warning to check on us. She's just kinda like that," Levi explained, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box in the refrigerator.

"You seem to know her really well," I told him, smiling softly while I grabbed a slice of my own.

"I'm just observant," Levi said, shrugging his shoulders and taking a bite of his pizza. "It's not that hard to pay attention."