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Eren woke up with a splitting headache that pounded into his head like a jackhammer on a construction site. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. An annoying beeping noise pierced his ears. He groaned and blearily tried to open his eyes. Violently bright white light assaulted his eyes making his headache a thousand times worse and he immediately regretted trying to open his eyes.
"Holy shit, fuck me in the ass," he grimaced trying to catch his bearings. Somehow his senses were overloading causing him to feel dizzy and slightly nauseated.
"Jeez kid keep talking like that and your friends will start to think I'm a bad influence on you," a familiar voice uttered in a comforting dull tone.
"Levi?"
"The one and only," Levi replied handing Eren some painkillers and a glass of water. As if sensing Eren's impending question he opened his mouth to answer. “You were only out for about an hour or so but the doctor said you definitely have a concussion, the severity of which she's not sure.”
Eren groaned once again, he had had his fair share of concussions as a child and he knew all the implications of the situation. His finals were in less than a week and a half and if the concussion was severe enough he would probably be unable to take them. He couldn't tell if that was a blessing or a curse.
He was interrupted from his mental dilemma by the sound of Levi's laugh. He looked up and his heart stuttered in his chest.
Levi was laughing into his hand his lips turned up into a smile of mirth. His nose wrinkled up cutely at it bridge. Eren stared at the beautiful sight creating a mental picture for his artwork. Levi was absolutely beautiful, and for the hundredth time since his realisation of his feelings, Eren was reminded of how much he liked Levi.
"What's so funny," a deep voice asked as the unmistakable form of Erwin Smith walked through the door. Eren felt like he had been doused in ice water as shock coursed through his system.
“The brat looked like he was constipated in the middle of a battle,” Levi continued laughing, but Eren was no longer amused.
The appearance of Erwin and the unknowing implications of Levi's statement had reminded him of why he was currently concussed.
He was reminded of something from another life.
...
“You alright kid? You look like you're about to pass the fuck out."
Eren was shocked by how familiar yet totally unfamiliar this Levi was. He stared Eren down with the same startling steely grey eyes, yet something about them was different. They seemed harsher and almost weary. He had his signature undercut that framed his angular face. He wore an odd outfit, a prim and pressed shirt with a white cravat, his pants were tan but had odd leather straps crossing up around his legs.
Eren looked down at his own legs noticing that he had the same thing on. He was currently finishing strapping then on with practised ease.
"Oi, brat," Levi got Eren's attention again but this time his voice was gentler, "seriously are you alright, I don't want you going out and fighting if you're not feeling alright."
Eren spoke but not out of his own will. His hollow voice reminded him that he was in a memory, none of it was real. “Aw Corporal, keep talking like that and people will start to think that the heartless machine of a warrior might actually have feelings.”
...
“Oi! brat!" Eren startled at the sound of Levi shouting.
“Huh," he said dumbly looking up to see Levi's concerned face.
“You alright there? You looked like you were going to pass out again."
Deja vu hit Eren once again and he shivered at the uncanny feeling.
"Alright you seriously look like shit. Do you want me to get a nurse?"
"No," Eren said resolving not to tell Levi about his visions, “I'm fine,” he lied.
He was anything but fine. He was concussed a week before finals. He was currently falling for an older guy who just happened to be his tutor. His only muse was said tutor, and to add insult to injury, he had just discovered that he had known his tutor/ crush in a past life and probably had feelings for him back then too, whenever 'then' was. In short, Eren was royally fucked.
...
Eren left the hospital with the diagnosis of a moderate concussion and a bitch of a headache. Levi had offered to drive him home, but backed off when Mikasa had threatened to kick his midget ass. Levi didn't strike back however, because it was obvious that the girl was seriously worried about her little brother. She had at least been kind enough to notify Levi of Eren's injury.
Much to his irritation, Mikasa had insisted Eren rest while she coddled him like a sick two year old. She had made him stay in bed without TV, books, or anything to occupy him while she attempted to figure out how to cook chicken noodle soup. After about an hour of loud clanging and frustrated curses, Mikasa gave up and called Armin and asked him to help her.
Eren squinted at his ceiling fan, wondering if Mikasa would yell at him for taking out his sketch book. He decided that he honestly didn't care if she got mad, he was going to go insane if he didn't do something to keep his mind off his mysterious visions.
Eren tiptoed to his desk wincing every single time the floorboards creaked as his foot was placed on them. He quickly grabbed his sketchbook and as he made his way back to his mattress, he turned on the lamp next to his bed. He tried to crawl into bed as quietly as possible internally cursing every time the bed creaked.
He finally was able to relax and start sketching whatever image came to his mind. He frantically scribbled his pencil across the paper creating an amazing mix of light grey shading and harsh dark lines. Soon the images began to take shape. An amused smile, fierce eyes, a powerful body, the page was cooled with images of Levi. Levi laughing at the hospital. Levi glaring. Levi fighting. Eren was surprised to realise that these drawings didn't just depict Levi currently, but the Levi from the past as well.
Apparently he was doomed to be royally fucked in every lifetime. He was doomed to fall for Levi.