(A/N: if you guys are wondering I plan on this to be a VERY long story. I just have so many ideas and such that this will take a while. And if anybody wants me to write any bonus chapters for them, like what I did with Christa, I will! Just ask me)

This isn't what Eren or Levi would've expected their night to go once they got back to Eren's house.

Once they got back and were in Eren's room Levi said that he was staying the night, which was okay. He has done it most the summer.

"Can I borrow a shirt for sleep? Preferably a clean one." Eren nodded and tossed him a long sleeve shirt. He secretly loved it when Levi borrows a shirt to wear. He looks so cute because the shirt is much to big for him, it going down to mid thigh and hanging off his body. The sleeves even went past his fingers. Adorable. And don't even get Eren started on when Levi was in his sweatpants.

After they were in sleep wear sitting on the bed seemed like a viable thing to do. Levi had questions and only Eren had answers.

"Brat, is he the reason why you wouldn't change in front of me? Because he hit you?"

Eren nodded. Since Joey had started getting more violent Eren took extra care to not change his shirt in front of anybody. Period. Tonight was the first time practically all summer he took off his shirt in front of anybody. Lucky for him, all the bruises were gone.

"Do you know why?"

He hesitated before nodding.

Because I was spending "too much time" with you.

"So it was out of jealousy?"

Yeah. He's really controlling about who I hang out with. He could barely accept Armin. He was always afraid that I would run off. But I was too afraid to leave anyway.

"He was. You're leaving him."

Levi...I can't do that.

"You think that any of your friends, let alone Mikasa, would let you stay with that asshat? You are not staying with him. He can kill you!"

He won't kill me!

"How do you know that?" Levi grabbed Eren's hand. "How do you know that one day you'll 'do something wrong' and he'll lose control?"

Eren bit his lip and looked down. He didn't know.

"That's what I thought." He lifted Eren's head to face him. "I don't want to see you keep getting hurt."

Before they knew what was happening Levi's lips were on Eren's. It was a soft, caring kiss. But a kiss non the less. Eren's heartbeat picked up. Joey never kissed him like this. Never this gentle or meaningful. Never. It was in that moment that Eren realized he wanted to he with Levi more than anything. And Levi even returned those feelings.

Of course Mikasa chose that exact moment to walk in.

"Eren I'm-WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed from the doorway. She was so mad, it actually scared Eren.

"Hello to you too." Levi said bluntly, staring at her.

"Why are you here and why were you kissing Eren? Did he force you to Eren?" She marched over to them and tore Eren from Levi's grasp.

"Why are you wearing his clothes! What's going on?!"

Eren had never seen Mikasa so angry. Her eyes were lit with anger and fierce protectiveness. She was going into mama bear mode.

"I'm spending the night." Levi responded calmly, a dangerous calm. Like calm before the storm, calm.

"Like hell you are! You're leaving!"

"Does Eren want me to leave?" He crossed his arms.

"Of course he does! Right?" Mikasa faced Eren. "You want him to leave, right?"

Eren felt caught in a crossfire. He definitely wanted Levi to stay but how would Mikasa react? Only one way to find out.

"He's staying."

She looked dumbstruck. "You're kidding right? He just took advantage of you!"

Eren's eyes darkened in anger at her. "No he didn't."

"Yes he did! Eren as much as you don't want to admit it you are incapable of making decisions."

"I am capable of making them for myself." He started shaking.

"No you aren't! Exhibit A: Joey!" She suddenly realized what she said. "Oh my god, Eren I'm-"

"Shut up!"

The whole room went silent. Levi and Mikasa stared at Eren, shocked. That's when he realized what he just did. He just yelled at Mikasa. After five years the first words out of his mouth was a scream toward his sister.

"Eren." Levi held out a hand. "Come over here."

Eren instantly burst into tears and went over to Levi, allowing himself to be held by him. Eren hated himself. Not because he talked, but because the first thing he said was an insult...to his sister.

"It's okay brat." Levi ran his hands through the boy's soft chestnut hair.

Levi was surprised at the outburst. Mostly because Eren talked. His voice was rough from not being used for so long but it didn't make it any less beautiful to him. He wondered what it sounded like in normal speech.

"Eren, do you want to see Hanji's mom? I know that crazy bitch will see at almost midnight."

Eren nodded and Levi stood up, picking Eren up bridal style.

"We'll be next door. Don't wait up." He pushed past Mikasa.

"I'm sorry, Eren!" Mikasa called after them as they exited the house.

When they got next door Levi jabbed the doorbell with his elbow, standing patiently for an answer. "Come on..."

The door flew open, revealing Hanji dressed in sweatpants and t-shirt and hair no longer in ponytail. When it wasn't up her hair was 2 inches past "boob length" as she called it.

"What up short stuff..." She noticed Eren in his arms. "What happened!" She let them in.

"No time. Where's your mom?"

"My mom? Up in her office. Why-"

Levi instantly made his way upstairs, Hanji following quickly behind. He made it to the end hallway and knocked his elbow against the office door.

It opened and Klaire was standing there, still in her work uniform. "What's wrong with Eren? Set him on the couch."

Levi walked over and set Eren down on the leather couch. But when he tried to let him go Eren instantly wrapped his arms around his neck, refusing to let go.

"Eren, you need to let go. Hanji's mom is here and you can tell her everything. I'll be downstairs."

Eren shook his head and held tighter.

Levi sighed and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Relax."

And Eren did, letting go of Levi and laying on the couch.

"Could you two leave. Eren and I need to be alone." Klaire pulled up and chair next to the couch, notepad and pen in hand.

"Of course." Levi pulled Hanji out of the room but was in turn pulled into Hanji's.

"Spill, ravioli boy."