The Only One I See

Eren

Levi's first instinct while stepping foot into the school was to find Eren and kiss him square on the lips. For working so hard to keep up his player image, Levi sure didn't give a damn about his reputation (which was ironically the song stuck in his head at the moment). He knew what class Eren would be heading too first, he could stop him in the middle of the hall and give him exactly what they both wanted... but he refrained. There were more pressing matters to attend.

"What the hell, Levi?!" Oluo barked as he was pushed into an empty classroom. The raven haired male took Oluo by his collar and pushed him into the wall.

"Why the hell were you half molesting Eren?!" Levi growled. He was usually able to keep his composure in any situation but not now. Oh, not now.

"I wasn't molesting him, I was... flirting," Levi tightened his grip, "Listen, listen, listen! I've just been thinking lately that girls all the girls at our school are major bitches. Any time I ask one of the out I always end up with a kick in the nuts."

"That's probably because you're version of asking girls out is grabbing the privates and hoping they'll take the hint."

"True enough. Anyways, I was just taking a smoke and I saw that little freshman kid walk past and I just thought, hey, he seems like he's DTF. I mean, you and him and always at it-"

"You son of a bitch. I have never ever touched Eren-"

"But you admit that you want to." For the first time since they had entered the room there was silence. Levi let go of Oluo's collar.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out of the classroom. No... Get out of my life and do not ever touch Eren again or I swear to God I will kill you." There was a tense silence between the two when a teacher walked in.

"Oh," the teacher looked surprised, "hello. I'm sorry, I though the classroom would be empty."

"No, it's fine. I was just leaving," Oluo said, glaring at Levi one last time before exiting the room. Levi took a deep breath to clear his head. Now he could find Eren.

Just as he was leaving he heard the vaguely familiar teachers deep voice.

"Levi?"

"Um, yeah?" he answered, unsure of how he knew his name. He looked back at the teacher. His slick blond hair and a sharp jawline... Levi could swear he had seen them before.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Smith," he waited a minute before adding, "I'll be subbing for Mr. Pixis today."

"Oh, alright Mr. Smi-"

"Actually," Mr. Smith stopped him mid sentence, "Why don't you call me Erwin?" He took a step a little too close for Levi's liking. "Looks like the bell just rung. You're officially tardy." Levi looked out into the hall. It was true, everyone was in their classes. "Tell you what, I'll write you a pass if you help me with something."

"Okay," Levi asked skeptically, "What is it?" Erwin grabbed the younger male by the neck and leaned in close, a predator-like smile stretching across his face.

"Say my name."

...

Levi held back scream after painful scream as his elementary teacher pounded him into the desk mercilessly. His hipbones were already bruised beyond belief.

"Not until you say it." His fingers trailed along the young boys Adam's apple, pinching slightly. Levi clamped his mouth shut, he wouldn't dare utter what his teacher was asking of him. "Come on, brat! Say it!" He gripped hard on the boys throat, cutting off all circulation of air. Levi used his last breath to utter the only thing he could to end this mindless suffering.

"Er-win," he choked. Mr. Smith grunted in satisfaction as he finished.

...

"No," Levi said, memories flowing back to him like a river, "You can't be-"

"Oh, can't i?" Mr. Smith said, pushing him into the storage closet. He turned around and locked the door. Levi tried to stand but was soon pinned down by a cage of arms and legs. Mr. Smith was relentless, nibbling at his lips, ears, neck, and collarbones. He squirmed at the uncomfortably familiar feeling. He felt so helpless at the hands of his former molester. He couldn't fight, he couldn't scream. He could only sit back in silence, paralyzed in the body of what felt like his six year old self. "You've filled out nicely," his teacher said, squeezing one of his arse cheeks. Levi grunted, unable to hold it inside. "Oh, was that a name I heard? Go ahead, baby. Say my name."

He wouldn't. He couldn't. Levi knew what was coming but he couldn't stop it. Fingers were around his throat harder than they had ever been. This wasn't sexual anymore, this was homicidal. He was beginning to black out when he saw a bright light. The door was being opened and there, in the glorious brilliance, was his savior.

Eren.