Unspoken

The Midget Man

I'm not sure if I mentioned this in the description however when Eren or any other character uses sign it'll be in italics :)

Eren's POV:

I awake to a loud thumping in my head, and a strange numb feeling in my right hand which, as I glanced down, was evidently caused by my vibrating alarm clock. During my brief glimpse, the sudden realisation of Monday slapped me in the face, forcing me to bury my head further down into the thick, silky comfort of my blanket. Stretching to turn my alarm off, letting out a lengthy groan, I tried to rub away the sleep fogging up my vision, to no avail, reluctantly dragging myself out from under the covers, shivering at the sudden lack of contact from the warmth they brought me.
The first thing I do is stumble to the bathroom, too exhausted to care about treading on any valuables, doubting that I have anything in my possession with the title 'valuable', I quickly flip the switch to the shower letting it run till it's almost freezing, in the hopes of the piercing chill of the cool water to force the tiredness out of me.
Showers were most likely my favourite part of the day, somehow the way the water trickles down my side, calms me as my mind gradually fades into dullness, temporarily taking my mind off of things. Whenever the water envelops my body, all of my memories and thoughts seem to fade. All the horrible memories I wish I hadn't received, and the unnecessary thoughts I wish I hadn't thought. Obviously, however, I cannot hear the water.
Majority of deaf people wouldn't find satisfaction in merely the feeling of the water caressing one's body, however I find that sometimes, even if for a little while, I forget about my pathetic disability.

I step out of my shower, or more like, slip and clumsily bang my head against the wall of my shower in the process, before checking the time and hurriedly throwing on a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans, along with my black work shoes, before I'm about to leave I grab my tie messily tying it during my frenzy and quickly considering whether to eat breakfast. Grabbing some pills for my headache, due to the fact it hadn't ceased yet and had gotten worse since previously this morning, I decided to skip breakfast, as I usually don't eat much anyway, I quickly peered in the mirror which I'd usually do after my shower, to see my normal messy chocolate brown hair, tan skin and one turquoise green, honey-coloured and brown eye sometimes described as 'caribbean' along with my other eye which was a bright yellowish honey colour. Thinking that I could look worse, noticing my dark circles under my eyes, clearly signifying I'd had little sleep, I slammed my door behind me feeling the damp, fresh air of morning soft upon my cheeks.

Time Skip!~

One of the first things I'd acknowledged when I dawdled into work, half an hour late, was one of probably my favourite science freaks doing what seemed to be their own enactment of the chicken dance meets Macarena, or as they called it 'fangirling' over a book, where I was supposed to be re-shelving today. It was none other than Hanji. She was a good person and often helped me out as she was probably the only person who, despite not knowing sign language could quite easily understand and interpret what I was thinking before I'd had the chance to sign it, or lie. This can be a good thing, majority of the time, and she's saved me from quite a few uncomfortable situations although other times, when I so desperately wished she'd keep her mouth shut, she'd unknowingly betray me.
As I was approaching Hanji, she suddenly, abruptly spun around and bounded towards, what seemed to be a close friend of hers as she literally, hoisted the short man off of the ground and shook him about, appearing to be shouting about something although unfortunately I was still too far away to lip read. Her glasses flew off of her head when she attempted to somehow physically dodge the midget mans glare, which as I now know, seeing it clearer with each step, is absolutely terrifying. The way his thin yet sharp eyebrows furrowed, accentuated his cold, dark silver eye colour creating a rigid, hateful scowl that could most likely kill a man.
I suppose in this situation I didn't want to hear what this aggravated male was saying, or more like threateningly yelling, as when I looked to my side for a split second I noticed a young mother with her hands pressed against the ears of her young child around the age of five, gently pushing him along, proceeding to peek back at the man, as if somehow hoping he'd notice and care enough to cease the profanities he was undoubtedly spouting.
A bit regretful of having curiously strolled over to them, wandering what the fuss was about, as I didn't want to have to boot out one of my most eccentric friends and her friend for being too rowdy in a library. Thinking maybe I could get them to maybe turn their volume down quite moderately, after seeing the horrific look on the mother and the other readers faces, it didn't take someone who could hear to understand they were going over the limit of noise to way too much of an extent.
"EREN!" She squealed, tugging me into a hug after she'd said it, in order for me to read her lips. When she pulled back she immediately gestured towards the short, dark haired male to her left.
"This is Levi. He's my coworker at my works law firm. He's being a bit stingy, right now though." She said, sending a look of mercy in, the man I now know is named Levi's, direction.
Levi however expressed no expression whatsoever and simply turned his head and muttered a simple, "Shitty Glasses."
I couldn't help but crack up at that one, although I'm always told that my laugh could do with some work. Even though I've tried to fix it, without a laugh to compare it to, it proved to be an extremely difficult task and I eventually gave up and figured I don't particularly care what my laugh sounds like. As long as the people around me who I care for, don't mind, I quickly grew tired of trying to changing it.
For about two seconds he gave me a confused look with his eyebrows raised, which I presumed was caused by my strange laughter, however he was instantly interrupted in his thoughts by Hanji suddenly appearing in my face yet again to ask why I'd walked over, as I usually disliked meeting new people. This was entirely true. I hated the looks I received every time I greeted a new person. The faces usually consisted of sympathy, pain, disgust, awe, or just the plain, 'I can't be bothered to deal with an annoying handicap right now' face.

Actually I was just wondering if you guys could possibly quieten down slightly because I wouldn't want to have to kick you out. Sorry if I'm being rude right now. Also I saw you with an unfamiliar face and figured you were friends, so I thought I'd come and meet him.

I'd signed however before I looked to Hanji for a response I stole a quick glance at Levi to see him staring quizzically back at me, analysing my movements.
"Shit, sorry Eren! I didn't even think about where we were, we'll be quieter, promise. We wouldn't want Erwin to get irritated at you again because of me. Although last time when I really wanted the book I couldn't get out due to having taken too many out of the library already, and you accidentally knocked him out with the book trying to put it back was hilarious! I never thought those eyebrows could get any bigger until he woke up and those fucking caterpillars evolved!" I almost failed to translate what she'd said as she was clutching her stomach with one hand, the other resting on Levi for support, which he promptly shrugged off, laughing as she spoke recalling the memory.

Yeah I remember that, you're right his eyebrows went HUGE! I was terrified, God I'm going to probably quit next time that happens and save myself from that nightmare inducing experience. I actually have to go now, I'm already late so I'd better hurry and get some work done.

We'd said our goodbyes and I went to work but not before Hanji suggesting that Levi and I exchanged numbers as we're all good friends now, although Levi didn't look too pleased with the idea. Now that I think back, I didn't particularly take in much of Levi's appearance except for his short stature, raven black hair and even though he was short he had quite some muscle built on him, if I had to guess I'd say he had a six pack at least, however... I'd like to know the exact number. Wait. No. Shut up Eren. What am I thinking? He was a very attractive man. There was no denying it, even if you weren't gay you would have to admit that it was the truth. I am gay though, I have been for as long as I can remember, I never found that the extra curves and the separate charms of a woman were very appealing to me.
Well aren't I a hopeless case?
I'm deaf, I have heterochromia, I'm gay and slightly depressed.
Oh well, I have Levi's number, so I guess I'll see what happens from here on out...

Okay so this is probably shit because it's my first fanfic but I hope you liked the first chapter! There will be Levi's POV in the next chapter and some drama will begin...