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“How could you, Levi-san? You’re so heartless..” Eren sobbed as he spoke.
“I can’t believe you’re still unaffected, Jack literally froze to death, he’s DEAD.” Adding emphasis on the last word, the brunet was baffled at his boyfriend’s uninterested expression.
“Oi, quit being so overdramatic, damn brat! And stop pulling my fucking hair!” Levi cursed as he smacked the hand that was latching onto his hair tightly, earning a pained yelp from his already-emotional lover.
Ah yes, movie nights. Held every Saturday, if permitted by their schedules and freetime. Exclusively arranged for just the two of them, surrounded by junk foods and popcorn, wrapped in cozy blankets as they cuddle on the couch whilst watching a movie of their chosen genre that was being projected on a large white screen.
Levi was laying down, head on his boyfriend’s lap while the rest of his body was resting on their marshmallow-like sofa. He was in the middle of using his phone, just casually scrolling through Instagram, sight barely giving attention to the ongoing film. When suddenly his brat-for-a-pillow started sobbing loudly, right hand filled with countless tissues as he continuously wiped his tears and snot away.
The latter was only just previously playing with Levi’s soft hair, when all of a sudden it switched to a full-on hair-tugging session that made the older man’s scalp almost get ripped off from his head.
“Yeager, I said let go!” The raven raised his voice as the slaps he was landing on Eren’s hand were getting more and more forceful.
“Oww, OW OW— ALRIGHT! Enough already, it hurts!” The brunette whined, finally retracting his now red hand that was going numb from all the hitting.
“Stop being a crybaby, you’re the one who’s being ridiculous. How many times do we have to watch this sappy-ass movie before you finally get sick of it?!” Levi argued, palms reaching up to rub his aching head that he was sure was close to going fucking bald.
Before the younger male could conjure up a comeback, those cerulean eyes caught a glimpse of what looked like a silver thread joined within the rest of his senior’s dark locks— which were in the middle of being massaged. Though he wasn’t sure if he even saw correctly since it only just showed itself for a split second, allowing the possibility of being mistaken for a simple trick of the eye. Good thing Eren had good vision— one of the many features he could confidently admit he was proud of— or else he could’ve gotten himself fooled. Almost, but not quite successfully.
The intrigued brat once again lowered his palms to caress his lover’s hair, carefully searching for the culprit that caused his bubbling curiosity.
“Bastard, are you asking for a death wi—”
“Oh my god, Levi..”
Getting cut-off in the middle of his sentence, Levi was about to teach this annoying partner of his a memorable lesson not to pull his hair like some monkey, but was then stopped again by a baffled expression from the mentioned male.
“What?” The ravenette questioned, the crescive demand for a response only enriching when he was left ignored and unrequited. “Oi, got no ears or something?”
“I see.. Levi-san is getting older, so it’s only natural..”
“Eren, what the hell are you murmuring about?” He pried once more, patience gradually getting thinner each passing second. He was about to smack some sense into his lover’s moronic head, when he was instead slapped with the untimely revelation he didn’t foresee to encounter just yet, or at least, not before he reached the age of retirement.
“What did you say..?” Levi was quite unsure if he was going to believe the nonsense his partner was spouting.
“Calm down Levi, growing gray hair at your age, it’s completely normal!” The half-bunned brunette encouraged as he looked down at his partner, only to find Levi staring at him like he was out of his mind, eyes wide-open and stiff body unmoving.
After staring at each other unblinkly for an uncounted amount of minutes, Levi began to sit up slowly, feet now placed on the floor and blanket out of the way, still remaining speechless.
Eren felt like he needed to comfort his boyfriend, so he extended his long arms to reach out and rub comforting circles around the smaller male’s broad back. Yet right when his fingers were about to land, he was startled with the abrupt movement the almond-eyed male carried out.
Faster than the eye could see, Levi jolted up and ran at light’s speed to their bathroom, all in one swift and unprocessable motion!
Eren couldn’t even react and was left appalled, still sitting on the couch while his arm remained floating in midair, mouth slightly agape. He heard a loud bang that signalled the raven hastily throwing the door open, then a booming thud that told Eren his lover had finally reached the sink and was now probably facing their bathroom mirror.
“WHAT THE FUCK!!” The younger male heard a roaring shout echoing from where Levi was, loud enough for him to eventually regain his senses back.
Followed by a much thunderous “YEAGER!” that he swore almost caused his balls to fall down from where they were hanging.
Not wasting any bit of second, the brunette rushed to their shower room as quick as he could, once again faced with a frantic looking Levi before him, “Y-Yes, Levi-san?” He asked as gently as he could.
“You know where the hair-dyeing materials are, right? Go get them.” The raven ordered, his foot tapping rapidly on the tiled floor, trying to act as unaffected as possible.
Of course, Eren just had to run his stupid mouth, “Calm down first, Lev--”
“TOO SLOW!”
The distressed, furious roar of his senior was all it took for Eren to finally follow the orders assigned to him, even stumbling and slipping on the carpet next to his feet once he started to sprint to their storage room.
‘Shitty brat, how clumsy could you possibly get?’ The ravenette sighed mentally.
And so, the rest of their homely movie night was now spent with one crackhead brat slowly but surely dyeing his menopaused senior’s fluffy jet-black locks to an even more darker color, thoroughly making sure not to miss that single, troublesome strand of gray hair unattended.
What was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday night consumed by warm embraces and a congenial ambience was now shifted into an inexplicably chaotic evening that consisted of excessive running and soothing hair treatment.
Ah yes, a day in the life of Ackerman & Yeager, quite an extraordinary twosome indeed.