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“...so all that’s left to do is brush my teeth, try to save my new pair of flip-flops from the claws of this fluffy monster beside me, and then we’re gonna call it a night,“ Eren tells the camera he’s holding above his head. He stops recording and sits up on the mattress cramped in the back of his silver 2006 Toyota Prius. With a mix of fondness and exasperation, he regards the Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever at his feet before attempting to pry his shoe from its mouth. Easier said than done—Springles is unrelenting. Like father, like son.
He gives up and changes into his sleepwear. Buck naked, he rummages around for his shorts when a sharp knock on his window freezes the blood in his veins.
Oh no.
Getting ‘The Knock’ in the middle of the night is nothing short of terrifying for car dwellers. He’s heard horror stories from his van life friends about this. And this is his first time, after two years of living on the road.
“Give me a second,“ Eren calls out and clutches at whatever clothing he can find. Slipping into a dirty old t-shirt and some joggers, he detaches the insulation shield from his window and rolls it down. He expects to have to look up into the intimidating eyes of a towering security guard. But the man outside his car is more petite than anticipated. They’re almost at eye level. Eren gawks, trying to figure out why the narrow eyes peeking out from under the black middle-part seem so familiar.
“Oi kid, this is not an overnight parking lot. You can’t sleep here.“
The low timbre of his voice and the near-bored expression immediately take him back to his childhood. It all comes rushing back in an instant: Hot summers. Never-ending days by the pool. Raspberry lemonade and the milky smell of sunscreen. Getting told off for dropping his ice cream on the front porch. Being made to clean it up. His gut-wrenching jealousy that Mikasa got to go home with her cool uncle while Eren had to put up with his annoying older brother instead. Complaining about it at dinner. His mother teasing, ‘Aw, does someone have a little crush?’
“Levi? Levi Ackerman?“
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Levi blinks. Who is this guy?
He aims his flashlight directly at the kid, and he immediately shields his eyes with his arm.
“Would you mind—It’s too bright!“
A crooked white scar on his wrist reflects the light and Levi has a sudden flashback to the time he lived with his uncle and aunt. More precisely, the summers he used to babysit Mikasa and the neighbor’s kids. He specifically remembers the day that green-eyed brat thought he was Tony Hawk and tried to skate down a set of stairs the first time he ever set foot on a board. Idiot ended up in the ER with a broken wrist.
Levi can hardly believe he’s looking at the same kid he used to babysit a decade ago and hasn’t seen for nearly as long. He almost didn’t recognize him.
“Eren?“
He turns off the flashlight and a pair of curious green eyes take him in.
“Woah, that’s crazy! Mikasa didn’t tell me you lived in Rose.“
“Mikasa didn’t tell me you were homeless,“ Levi replies, daring to take a peek at the interior of the shabby old Prius the kid seems to be sleeping in.
“I’m not homeless!“ Eren objects. “I live like this by choice. Springles and I are all about the freedom of living on wheels. We’re touring along the Pacific Coast at the moment.“
Levi raises both of his eyebrows, chin tilted down. “Springles?“
As soon as he asks, he senses movement: A honeycomb colored ball of fluff curled up in the corner, chewing passionately on what looks to be a flip flop.
“Does this poor creature have to share the space with you?“
“Rude. This is my bedroom you’re insulting.“
Levi shrugs as he scrutinizes Eren’s ‘bedroom’.
“It reeks of wet dog. Also, it could use a thorough cleaning.“
“Reserve your judgment unless you’ve lived in a car before,“ Eren scolds but rushes to cover up some of the chaos under Levi’s scrutiny with a colorful handwoven quilt. “Small spaces get messy.“
“What a lame-ass excuse. You make a mess, you clean it up. Didn’t I teach you better than this?“
Eren looks up, a genuine smile on his face, eyes lighting up in the darkness. Like he was looking at something he didn’t remember losing but was overjoyed about finding again.
“It’s good to see you, Levi.“
Levi’s mouth opens but he’s got nothing on the disarming honesty of Eren’s gaze. His own gaze skitters helplessly between Eren’s eyes, his skin prickling from the intensity of their eye contact. He straightens up and clears his throat in order to find his voice again.
“Yeah, well, you still can’t sleep here.“
“Come on, Levi, please? There’s no other spot nearby. I’d have to get on the road again and I’m tired—“
“Fine,“ Levi growls, not in the mood to engage in an argument with Eren cause he knows how those go. “You can park in my driveway, 5 Oak Ave. I won’t be home until seven in the morning, though.“
A huge grin spreads across Eren’s face. “Awesome, thanks!“
“Don’t mention it. When are you taking off tomorrow?“
“Not before seven,“ Eren promises and his eyes are reflecting tiny silver crescents in the moonlight. “See you for breakfast!“
“Oi, I never agreed to have breakfast—“
Levi doesn’t bother finishing that sentence as Eren clambers onto the driver’s seat, not hearing a single word anyway. He raises his eyebrows at the practiced way in which Eren squeezes into the tiny seat, starts the car, waves and drives off.
He sighs.
Some things never change.
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“And with that, our morning workout routine is complete,“ Eren grins into the GoPro he has turned on himself as he walks back to his car, Springles on his heels. Behind him, he hears a vehicle pull up and turns around just in time to watch Levi park his black Kia Optima on the road.
“Well, well. If it isn’t the very security guard who gave me my first ever knock,“ Eren tells the camera and swings the lens around, pointing it at the man getting out of his car, still in his black work uniform. Dark circles under his eyes and no effort made to hide the scowl on his face, Levi slams the car door shut.
“The very same one who so kindly let me stay on his property tonight,“ Eren adds. “Good morning, Levi! Say hi to my subscribers!“
A few fast-paced steps in Eren’s direction and Levi is blocking the camera with his hand. “Turn that stupid thing off,“ he snarls, puzzled gaze lowering to Springles who sniffs his leg with a rapidly wagging tail.
“Yes, sir,“ Eren says but whispers into the mic, “man’s gotta work on his attitude, but as far as the knock goes, ten outta ten!“ Then he stops recording and follows Levi up to his door. “Would you mind if I take a shower? It’s been a couple days since my last proper one.“
Turning the key, Levi regards him from head to toe and all of a sudden, Eren is hyper aware of the way his muscle shirt clings to his chest and the strands of hair sticking to his face. Leaning back, he checks his reflection in one of the window panes.
“I can tell,“ Levi says, but holds open the door for him regardless. Springles is inside immediately and explores.
“Bathroom’s down through the kitchen to the right. Take what you need.“
“Thank you, Levi!“ Eren beams as he pushes past him. He calls for his dog, but Springles is occupied with mapping out the place. Eren lets him. He’s with Levi, so he’s safe.
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In the middle of making coffee and scrambled eggs, Levi senses movement behind him. He turns and nearly drops the rubber spatula on the ground. Eren is sneaking out from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist, long brown hair coiling wet around his long neck and broad shoulders, the tips of it bleached by the sun. Pearls of water are running down across his sculpted chest, his tight abdomen, past a very prominent vein—
“Sorry,“ Eren apologizes, ducking his shoulders and hurries along. “Forgot a change of clothes.“
Just like that, he’s out and the front door swings shut behind him. Levi is left alone with the dog, who is waddling up to him, tongue lolling out and panting.
“What are you looking at?“ Levi murmurs and directs his attention back to the now slightly overcooked eggs.
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They catch up over breakfast.
Eren is properly dressed now: A kitschy Hawaiian button-down that is halfway open and exposing his layered necklaces, bleached jeans and by the door, a pair of red Converse that look like they’re barely holding it together. In other words, his style is a crossover between surfer boy and hobo.
Levi has changed into a simple black shirt and gray joggers.
Eren munches away at his eggs and toast along with a couple of veggies for vitamins, while Levi sips his tea. Springles has gotten served breakfast as well and is happily chomping away at his food.
They fall into easy conversation. Eren wants to know about his day-job as an IT freelancer and his weekend job as the Walmart security guard. Levi explains that the night shift pays decently and he’s saving every penny to be able to make an offer on the house he is currently renting. Eren follows everything Levi says with genuine interest and asks a lot of follow-up questions. How old is Levi now? (32. ) Does he have anyone special in his life? (No. ) Why not? (It’s just not a priority right now.)
Levi notices how different Eren looks from the boy he used to know. How much his features have sharpened, how much his chest broadened, how much taller he’s grown. When a ray of sunshine illuminates his eyes, he wonders if they were always that bright glowing turquoise, contrasting his velvety sun-kissed skin. He still has this chaotic yet endearing energy about him, but he’s more balanced. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that he now cares for the retriever that goes by the name of Springles—apparently named after the couple name of Eren’s friends Connie and Sasha who weren’t able to keep him.
“Why the Pacific Coast again?“ Levi asks when Eren mentions this isn’t their first tour along the West Coast.
“We’ve spent the last couple of weeks in the Midwest, but Springles got bored staring at the mountains in Colorado all day. He really loves the ocean. Can't get him out once he’s in.“
“What about you? I’ve seen the surfboard strapped to the top of your car.“
Eren laughs. “Oh, that’s not mine! It’s Springle’s. He has a slight surfing addiction.“
Levi almost chokes on his tea. “The dog?“
“Yeah, he’s actually really good! Wanna see a video?“
Levi does. And he can’t believe his eyes when he sees Springles all suited up with a miniature life vest on his little surfboard, having the time of his life.
“Wow. That’s actually mad impressive.“
“I know,“ Eren grins and pets the dog's head who is sitting on the floor right next to him, chewing on a toy.
“How are you financing all this?“
Eren puts down his phone and gestures broadly as he talks. “Well, we do surfing competitions whenever we’re in Cali. And, as you might have figured, I also have a YouTube channel.“
Of course he does. Levi was wondering what the hell was up with that GoPro shoved in his face earlier.
Eren shows him his Instagram account where he has a whopping 128k followers. On YouTube, it’s more than double that.
The latest post is a photograph taken from inside his car, trunk open and facing the sunset over the ocean. The lighting is gorgeous as it outlines Springle's silhouette with an amber glow. The caption reads, ‘Who needs #vanlife when you can do #carlife? Tell me about your dreams in the comments!’
That’s when it dawns on Levi: This isn’t just some temporary in-between-jobs phase. This is Eren’s dream.
He remembers well what high expectations his father, nationally renowned vascular surgeon Grisha Jäger, had for him at a young age already. Even then, a career like this didn’t seem to fit the charismatic and highly energetic young Eren who seemed to challenge every rule there was and who always wanted to know what more was out there.
“So you never followed your father’s footsteps,“ Levi concludes as he returns the phone to Eren.
The young man shakes his head, eyes soft and thoughtful. A tinge of sad, maybe.
“They were his dreams, not mine. I was never about that whole work-sleep-repeat cycle. It seems so… bland. So comfortable. No offense,“ he says and Levi shakes his head, confirming none was taken.
“I want to live my life, to experience what it means to be truly free. I mean, how many people get to live like that, in a society like ours where your worth is measured by your paycheck?“
Levi nods. His lips curl up slightly as he pictures Eren living out of his pocket while he’s out in the wild, making friends with everyone he meets along the way and just being free.
It’s funny. In all his life, Levi has never had a stable home. Every place he lived, he had to leave—Always moving, never settling down. So now, all he wants is this small sky-blue house in the middle of Oak Ave, something that is just his and nobody can take away. And even if that is the complete opposite to Eren’s dream—Levi gets it. He understands going adamantly after that one thing that you’ve always craved and never had. In that they’re the same.
“How long have you been doing this? You must be around 20 now, right?“
“21,“ Eren corrects with a smile. “It was my birthday last month.“
“Right,“ Levi says and returns the smile. “Happy Birthday.“
“Thanks. It actually marked my two-year anniversary of living in my Prius. Dropped out of college at 19 and bought the car from Zeke with what money I had left in my bank account. Asshole asked 2k for that rusty old thing, can you believe it?“
Levi snorts. “Sounds like him.“
“Yeah. And then one day I just… disappeared.“
“Are you in contact with your parents?“
“I talk to Mum. She always says that she misses me and asks me to visit. Dad—not so much. If our relationship was a lake, it’d be frozen solid.“
“Ouch,“ Levi says and lowers his hand to scratch Springle’s head absent-mindedly. Eren smiles at that.
“But it’s all good...“ An impish grin sneaks onto his face. “If Mum knew I was sitting at your kitchen table right now, she'd be teasing me so bad.“
Levi raises a thin eyebrow. “Not that I would ever question the almighty Carla Jäger, but why?“
Eren meets Levi’s gaze briefly before his eyes dart away sheepishly. A light blush dusts his face and one hand raises to fidget with the tip of his shark-tooth necklace.
“Uhm. Well, I used to have a giant crush on you. She wouldn’t give me a break about it.“
The world seems to stand still as Levi blinks at Eren. Brain going a hundred miles an hour, Levi is blanking on what to say—mouth opening and closing like a goddamn goldfish. He didn’t even know the kid was gay.
He’s saved by the dog, who unceremoniously snatches a piece of buttered toast from Eren’s plate, prompting him to yell “Springles, no!“ But the beast munches it down before Eren can do a thing.
“Shit,“ Eren utters but his gaze softens at seeing Springles chew away happily. “Guess who’s gonna be constipated again because he’s lactose intolerant? Yeah, you, silly hound.“
Levi can’t help but snort and maybe even laugh a little.
Eren’s eyes are on him instantly and he smiles warmly. It lights up his entire face. He looks pretty.
Until the smile makes way for a frown. Eren checks his phone.
“Shit, I totally forgot the time. There’s a surfing competition four hours from here and we’re gonna miss it if we don’t get going!“
He shoots up and places his empty cup in the sink, before calling Springles to his side and hurrying to the door. Levi holds the front door open while Eren slips into his shoes.
“Thanks for breakfast!“
Seconds later he's in his car, rolling the windows down as he starts the engine and backs up the driveway.
“Oi, Eren!“ Levi calls and waits until he looks up. “If you’re ever back in town, you can park here.“
A huge grin stretches over Eren’s face. He nods excitedly and waves. “I will. See you!“
And just like that, he’s off, leaving Levi standing in his doorway for a solid five minutes, processing.
He’s an idiot.
He should have gotten Eren’s number.
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A few weeks go by in which Levi stalks Eren’s Instagram profile with a burner account and watches all of his YouTube videos like a proper creep. They’re highly entertaining and it’s fascinating to see the world through Eren's lens.
There seems to be about a week of delay in what Eren posts online and where he currently is. Levi knows this because Eren doesn’t post about the dog surfing competition until a full week after it took place. It’s smart—that way he never risks exposing his real time location to viewers.
Levi cringes hard when he watches the new video titled “After 2+ years LIVING in my PRIUS full-time, I finally got “THE KNOCK!“ 🚨 in Oregon!“ and sees his own pale-ass face scowling on camera.
“Goddamn it, Eren, couldn’t you have cut that?“ he curses, but shockingly, people in the comment section seem to find ‘Grumpy McGrumpface’ amusing and only write positive things about him—new nickname aside.
He’s tempted to DM Eren a couple of times, but chickens out afraid of looking dumb. So he resists until the urge passes.
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It’s another Saturday at the Walmart lot.
Levi has just started his first round. Already, it’s a busy night as the full moon always seems to make people go batshit crazy: he’s had to call the cops on a confused bulky blond man telling everyone he used to be the ‘Armored Titan’ in his past life.
For a brief moment, he believes he’s gone just as mad when he spots a familiar silver Prius parked across the lot, surfboards and all.
Unbelievable.
He approaches and just like last time, the windows are covered with insulation pads. He can hear Eren’s muffled voice inside, talking to a camera, most likely.
Sharp knuckles tap the glass twice.
A short silence, then some rustling, and finally the pad peels away from the window and Eren rolls it down, Springles barking in the background. “Hi Levi,“ Eren greets, a huge grin on his face. “I was hoping I’d get you tonight.“
Levi is relieved the kid isn’t shoving a camera in his face, but he’s still pissed off.
“What the hell? Didn’t I tell you to park at my house when you’re in Rose?“
“Maybe I didn’t want to miss out on another one of your knocks. Word on the street has it they're legendary.“
Levi snorts. “Right.“ And as he takes in Eren’s infectious grin, he can’t help but return it. He didn’t think he would be seeing the kid again anytime soon, but now that he does, his heart flutters against his ribcage.
“I was hoping we could have breakfast together in the morning,“ Eren says casually as he rests his arms on the window ledge, head propped up and tilted to the side. Cute.
“Sure,“ Levi says, hoping to sound just as casual when he’s actually nervous as fuck, fumbling around in his pocket until he finds his keys. “Here. Feel free to go inside if you need to use the bathroom or something.“
Eren takes them and stashes them in his pocket. “Damn, Levi. Don’t be too generous or people will think you lost your edge.“
“Shut up.“
Eren’s grin only broadens as he rolls up his window and climbs into the front seat again. He drives off with another wave and Levi has never looked forward to finishing his night shift more in his life.
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He finishes early and is surprised to find Eren’s parked Prius empty. Not even the insulation pads are up. They must be inside, then. When he doesn’t find any sign of Eren and Springles downstairs, he tiptoes up the stairs to find the door of his bedroom slightly ajar. Squeezing through it quietly, it's hard to see with the curtains completely drawn. Only a slim ray of morning sun dashes across the bed.
The bed —where Eren and the dog lay splayed out on top of his crumpled duvet, fast asleep. Eren’s on his belly, one leg angled up. He’s wearing black boxer briefs and a white tank top which has ridden up to his waist. Levi’s eyes follow the beautiful curve of his broad back down to the roundness hidden under the thin fabric of his pants, and finally admires his long, firm legs. The sight of a man in his bed is unfamiliar—but not entirely unwelcome.
Because it’s not any man. It’s Eren.
It’s “I want to see the whole world when I grow up!“ Eren. It’s “Levi, can you teach me how to land a hit?“ Eren. And “I had a giant crush on you“ Eren.
Nevertheless, he’s in his bed. And so is the dog.
Levi’s face twists in distaste. He kicks at the brat’s foot.
When there’s no reaction, he does it again. Eren stirs and moans in complaint. Sleepy green eyes blink open and land on Levi, confused.
“Oi, get up. The list of places you can’t sleep in has just doubled,“ Levi orders, unimpressed.
Eren blinks sleepily and his confused early morning face is the most adorable thing Levi has ever seen. Sluggishly, Eren sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. His hair sticks out in every direction.
“Is it seven already? I set an alarm… I think.“
His voice is brittle honey and he yawns, stretching his arms high up in the air. His tank top slides down and Levi mourns the skin that’s now covered.
Springles gurrs in his throat but doesn’t stir.
“Six thirty,“ Levi corrects.
“You’re heartless,“ Eren creaks. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have brought you a gift.“
“A gift?“ Levi asks as he peels out of his jacket and hangs it in his closet. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed while Eren fiddles with something at the back of his neck. As soon as he gets it open, he reaches for Levi’s hand and places a necklace in his open palm.
The brown leather band is soft against his pale skin. A curious thumb brushes over the blue-tinted sea shell pendant. Eren follows his movements with mellow eyes.
“There was a vendor on the beach in a little town called Elk. She collects shells and turns the most unique ones into necklaces. This one reminded me of you.“
It’s incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless, Levi’s heart leaps and his eyes tear up. He sees ten-year old Eren in front of his mind’s eye, giving Levi a wild flower crown he’s made from the meadow. He has to avert his gaze and blinks a couple of times. He closes his fingers around the necklace as he clears his throat.
“Thank you, Eren. Now get out of my bed.“
Eren smiles complacently. “I swear I had a dream once where you said the exact same thing.“
“Christ. You weren’t kidding about that crush, were you?,“ Levi jokes and Eren chuckles.
He falls back on the bed lazily and bundles up, tired eyes resting on Levi.
“No.“
Levi feels his cheeks heat up under Eren’s honesty, despite the exhaustion threatening to overtake him. His eyes are straining and his muscles are fatigued.
“Get. Up.“
“Don’t wanna. ‘S cozy.“
Levi huffs, shaking his head. He knows he’s lost because stubborn Eren doesn’t budge. And he’s definitely not relenting because Eren looks so damn enticing snuggled up on his bed.
“Fine,“ he gives in. “At least scoot over.“
Eren’s grin only gets bigger as he scoots to the side, making room. Heavy eyes fall shut again.
By the time Levi is ready for bed and lies down, Eren is fast asleep beside him. Springles is snoring softly at the foot of the bed and Levi wonders how this is his life. How did he end up with the bright-eyed brat and his drooling dog in his bed?
He’s lying on his side, facing Eren, smile drooping gradually as his muscles relax. He closes his eyes and drifts away.
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Something is tickling his skin.
Levi opens his eyes tentatively, meeting focused greens that are studying him from above. Eren has his head propped up on his arm, his necklaces are swinging softly in the air between them.
He’s close.
Enveloped in his spiced, honeyed scent, Levi breathes deeply.
Lazy fingertips brush through his hair. Distracted touches leave a trail of gooseflesh in their wake.
“Sorry,“ Eren mumbles. “Didn’t mean to wake you.“
“Have you been watching me sleep?“ Levi asks, voice cracking at the first words uttered. Eren’s affectionate gaze makes his heart skip a beat, skin prickling where he's touched.
No answer given, yearning eyes dart back and forth between Levi’s eyes and lips.
Levi’s breath hitches, his hands are clammy at his sides. Instincts fire up and all of a sudden, he’s wide awake.
Eren leans down maybe an inch, brows knotting. “Levi, would you mind if I—Can I kiss you?“
A barely-there huff escapes through Levi’s nose. “So parking and sleeping wherever you want is fine but now you’re asking for permission?“
Eren bites his lip. “That’s because before, I was about ninety-nine percent sure you’d say yes. Right now I’m only at about forty.“
“You’re an idiot,“ Levi says and pulls him down by one of his necklaces until their lips meet, soft yet electrifying.
Eren’s kiss is light as a feather. A warm hand cups the side of Levi’s face. Fingertips in his hair, thumb on his cheek, Eren deepens the kiss. Lips brush against each other more firmly, igniting sparks in Levi’s whole body. He stretches and arches closer to Eren, a silent invitation for the touch that ensues; Eren’s hand slipping down to his waist, pulling him flush against his body.
Pressed together, their kiss becomes more urgent. Hungrier.
Heat pools in his stomach as Eren pushes him on his back and gets on top. Levi gasps as they part for air.
“Too fast?“ Eren asks breathlessly, nose brushing against nose, Levi melting into weightless desire.
Everything about this feels good. Feels right.
“No,“ Levi says and hooks his legs around Eren's waist. “More.“
“Shit,“ Eren breathes and kisses him deeply, silky tongues sliding together before eager lips explore his neck. A tiny first moan slips from Levi’s mouth and he can feel Eren grin against his skin.
“Wait,“ Levi interjects, firm hand pressed against Eren’s sternum. “Where’s Springles? I’m not having sex with a dog in the room.“
Eren chuckles, kissing the tip of Levi’s nose, then his chin. Sitting back, he pulls his tank top over his head, looking like a wet dream. Levi can’t process the view and is not sure if he even hears Eren’s answer to the question where the damn dog is. He’s not sure it matters anymore.
All that matters now are eyes on eyes. Lips on lips. Skin on skin.
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The days have been getting shorter, so Levi has been staying up longer after his night shifts to see the sunrise. The golden spare key he picked up from the hardware store this morning glistens like a shiny penny in the shy early sun. He attaches the pendant he had made to the key chain—a surfboard-shaped piece of driftwood with blue and white acrylic paint on it, resembling waves crashing on the shore.
Levi enjoys the warmth tickling his face and imagines that somewhere in the wilderness, right now, the same early morning sun highlights Eren’s hair and illuminates his eyes. Levi wonders how much longer his hair has gotten since he’s seen him.
He pours himself a cup of tea. Outside his kitchen window, the world is slowly waking up. The Robinsons are doing yard work, the UPS truck drives by and just by the speed, Levi can tell it’s Ali again. Oak avenue, the sky-blue house with the matching blue picket fence—here Levi has put down his roots.
This is home, and yet, something ’s missing from truly feeling like it is.
The last thing he expects to see this morning is the infamous silver Prius pulling up in his driveway. But when it does, the corners of his mouth curl up involuntarily. Eren spots him in the kitchen window and waves. Springles barks in the passenger seat on all fours, tail wagging excitedly.
That’s when something inside Levi clicks into place.
Maybe home is more than a letterbox with your name on it. A backyard with a lawn that needs weekly mowing. Or a town so small you know everyone by name.
As Eren walks up the path in his stupid brown cargo shorts and banana print tank top, Levi knows.
The closest thing to home… is you.