Itz Leo

“You groan, your back aches, your legs hurt, and your wrists go stiff from the repetitive movements. You cleaned that table, you cleaned it once, then twice, and now it’s your third time swiping off the same spot. Your boyfriend appears beside you to examine your work. -It’s decent-, he nods in half approval, the most expensive thing you would get out of him. Levi is a clean freak, a pedant, that’s what you think at least, he on the other hand? He thinks of himself as peculiar about his space. -You can swipe the floor in the kitchen next-, he points the space. You groan once more and ask. -Why do you always force me into cleaning? You know i hate it, and you know that I don’t care about it as much as you. Making me wipe the same spot three times? Really?-. He scoffs, his usual ‘tch’ sound, he looks at you, cold cobalt eyes sizing you up. Then he looks somewhere else and chokes out. -It’s better to clean with company, and your company is tolerable-.”

!Metalhead Eren who asks you to paint his nails

“You’re sitting on the couch, not paying any attention to the tv, some news playing in the background. Your phone was more entertaining than some reporters talking about weather. Suddenly your boyfriend walks through the door, his boots thumping heavily on the floor. He plops beside you on the couch, then clears his voice and says softly. -Babe..? Can you please paint my nails? I can’t do it on my own, my left hand always shakes and it looks messy.-

!Metalhead Eren who teaches you how to make and sew handmade patches

“You’re good at art, that much is known, painting is your thing. But sewing? Using a needle and a thread? Nope, you couldn’t patch a hole in your pants if you tried. You wonder how you got yourself into this mess. Eren’s black sleeveless, leather vest on your lap, and his soft yet rugged fingers gently guiding yours. -Don’t stress it- he murmurs, focused on pushing the thick, big looped needle made for leather through his vest. -Messy seam makes it look better, you know? More handmade-. He was begging you to make him a patch, and put it on his ves yourself “so he would hold a piece of you by his head” he told you.

!Metalhead Eren who screams metal lyrics when he showers while you do your makeup

“He insisted on taking you to a metal concert tonight. It’s not like you hate the genre, it’s just not something you would listen unprompted. Although… it’s hard not to listen to it daily when your boyfriend is all about it. Like right now for example. You’re sitting by the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair, mirror fogging up slightly, steam slowly filling up the bathroom. That is not the most noticeable part though. The most noticeable thing is your boyfriend, in the shower, water barely audible over the loud music playing in the bathroom, and him singing alongside. You always wonder how can he hit those low, rugged parts with such ease, without his throat feeling sore afterwards.”

Eren, who just makes sure you’re always warm and comfortable.

“you’re walking back from a party one late summer night. It was Connie who invited you both over for a casual movie night which turned into a house party hours later. You weren’t prepared for that kind of weather, that outfit, although cute, definitely wasn’t nearly as warm as you wish it was. Your lips quivered softly with every wind gust, the hairs on your back stood, sending chills down your spine. Your fingers were slightly stiff and aching from lack of pockets. You told yourself that it’s just a few more minutes and you’ll both be home. Eren looked at you, at first just glancing, not noticing anything. Then he looked, really looked. Without another word he took off his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders, making sure it sat securely. -Why didn’t you say you were cold? I would have given it to you earlier-“

Eren, who insists you call him by his name, cuz he loves the way you make it sound.

“He invited you to a coffee shop, it was a date he said. You didn’t protest, because you like going out with him. And this was no ordinary coffee shop, it’s a cat cafe. He ordered you both a cup of warm chocolate (he knows you dislike coffee). While waiting, you spot a cat. A brown tuxedo cat, he was slightly chunky with bright, greenish eyes, he looked straight at you, purring continuously. -Eren- you said pointing at your new found companion. -Look at him, He looks just like you-. To your dismay Eren did not answer, when you glanced back at him he was looking at you, with that lovesick puppy gaze. -I love when you call me by my name, please do that more often-“

Eren, who is really awkward at the beginning of your relationship and doesn’t know how to act.

“You’re a straightforward person, never beat around the bush, never shy away from anything. Eren on the other hand? He’s acting tough, always trying to look like he’s not bothered and always brave. But underneath the surface? Underneath that cocky smile, that hotheaded nature, that challenging anyone and everyone? He’s a mess, he’s an awkward, embarrassed mess. He asked you out a few days ago, confident and all. But since then he’s been too embarrassed to make any other moves on you. Every time he tries to hold your hand, his fingers twitch, he’s suddenly aware of his sweaty palms, or his rough fingertips, or that you might think he’s moving too fast. He always backs down and then beats himself up mentally for being a coward. But one day you take his hand. You grab it gently, interlocking your fingers together. He looses it, his brain shortcuts, his cheeks bleed that gentle, barely visible shade of pinkish red. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes your hand slightly tighter, just enough to barely make a difference.”