《𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭》|𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐢/𝐑𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧|

ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴜʟᴜᴍ ᴠɪɪ: ᴀᴍᴏʀ ᴛᴜssɪǫᴜᴇ ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴇʟᴀᴛᴜʀ

That pout in the cover tho🥺

⚠️ Some mentions of smut, but not that much ⚠️

📜Chapter 7: Two things cannot be hidden: love and cough.📜

𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉

Eren blinked twice, trying to fight the desperate need to just go to sleep.
He hadn't responded to the blonde friend, nor he looked like he had paid attention.

Armin was pretty much panicking at this point: "Eren..? Hey Eren... Eren. E-R-E-N."
He had raised his voice a little too much on that last one.

"Armin please, just go the fuck to sleep": Jean sounded more desperate than pissed off.

The sun hadn't set yet, but they were so tired they could have slept even in the bright light of day.

Armin crouched down by Eren's side, and grabbed him by his chin.
That triggered something in the brunet's brain, as he knew that feeling damn well.

That's what Levi used to do when he wanted a kiss, and that grabbing-the-chin thing was something he loved doing to get the ravenette's attention, too.

Eren sighed, and got up not without any struggle.
He had heard what Armin had said, just he hadn't paid attention to the last part, about where he was supposed to go.

He remembered the bath part.
Must be in the bath-room, logically.

Once he knocked on the door and heard Levi's voice yelling who it was, his heart began racing and that for sure woke him up.

At least, he didn't look like a zombie anymore.
Not that much.

"It's... Eren"; he had said his name rolling the R like Romans pronounced it.
Finally, after a million tries.

The brunet could hear water splashing, and after some more other seconds, the shorter man opened the door for him.

He took Eren's hand, to gently pull him into the room.
Eren's heart was now beating even faster, not just because he had already understood what the ravenette's intentions were, and was excited as well, but also because the air in that room was barely breathable.

In the centre of the room, on ground level, was a pretty big bath filled with pretty hot water: the steam came from there.

Levi pulled the other closer, and caressed his cheeks with both his hands, brushing a little where a goatee Eren hadn't shaved that morning could be seen.

𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉

Fuck, how beautiful can his smile be.

I swear I love hugging him like this, or in anyway to be honest.

How did I get myself into such situations with a man I would have assumed to be an asshole like any other Roman?

I have no clue.

But, I think I kinda got attached and I kinda regret it.

"Regret it".
"Kinda got attached".

What the fuck am I talking about now.

I need him: I need to see him, to touch him and smell his scent.
I need to have him love me.

Because I do love him.

I was confused at first, as I've been taught this is supposedly wrong.
Who even decided it was, in the first place.

Even if it was, I'd keep seeing him.
Life's too short to be concerned about what others think.