Just a day's work

"nOOO I DON'T WANT TOOOO!" Eren wailed as I tried my best to pull him off the couch.

"I don't care if you don't want to brat, I told your sister I'd help you clean so we're cleaning."

"Fuck that. Fuck her."

"Don't disrespect your sister like that, dipshit." I snapped, "We're cleaning this rat's nest whether you like it or not!"

"fUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK." Eren screeched, "I'M NEVER HELPING STRANGERS AGAINNN."

"Don't say that, now get off the fucking couch before I actually start trying."

Eren looked at me with this face of 'Fucking try me pipsqueak'. And I took that personally.

Putting my hands under his legs and back, I picked him up with ease bridal style and threw him on the floor. Let me tell you, his shock was written all over his face.

Eren POV

What in the fucking shit just happened.

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Did that... that midget just pick me up?!

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AND THROW ME?!

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Eren.exe has stopped working...

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Waiting for transactions...

*BACK TO LEVI POV*

Eren has been sitting on the floor dumbfounded for about 30 minutes now. Should I call 911?

"Eren, stop rebooting like an early 2000's Dell computer and help me clean."

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Nothing. Did I break him?

"EARTH TO EREN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Still nothing. Fuck did I just commit a murder.

There was a looooooooong silence until Eren started mumbling.

"What? Brat speak up."

"How in the hell did somebody so small throw me across the room. I don't understand." Eren finally said.

"Um, I work out on occasion" Was all that I could manage.

"Oh, I guess that makes some sense."

I handed him some Wings of Cleandom™️ glass and surface cleaner, a soft rag, and a broom. "Get. To. CLEANING."

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After a few hours, the room somewhat resembled clean. I repainted a bit as a lot of it was crusty and peeling. Eren was cleaning the kitchen, and it's been awful quiet in there for a while now.

Walking into the kitchen I saw everything was clean, and Eren was sitting on a stool, his arms crossed on the island with his head rested in the center of them. He was so peaceful when asleep. Sunlight filtered in through the cracked kitchen window's bent blinds, lighting Eren's hair a golden hue. Each strand glowed warmly in the midday sun, some falling just short of his relaxed eyelids. His long, brown eyelashes barely brushing his peachy cheeks. His only slightly plump lips perfectly relaxed in what can't be described as a smile or a frown, just pure bliss.

I didn't want to wake him so instead I circled the kitchen, inspecting his cleaning job. For a brat, he's quite good at cleaning. Despite patches of dust here and there, the beige granite counters were sparkly and clean, the sink empty of dishes and the fridge organized. The floor had been mopped, but not vacuumed first. Eren definitely didn't clean often, but he had a knack for it.

Leaving him where he rested, I headed into the bathroom. I had already cleaned Mikasa's bedroom, which was an interesting experience I might add, and the living room which apparently also doubled as Eren's bedroom. So the bathroom was all I had left to clean.

It wasn't the cleanest, as pubic hair was everywhere and the sink was stained. The toilet seat was left up and was also stained. The tile had black and brown hair strands everywhere, plus dead bugs and dirt (and stains). Yet I still got to cleaning.

As I finished up the bathroom, which took another hour or so, I heard soft thumps heading in my direction.

The sun was setting and the whole apartment glowed a warm orange, Eren was at the doorway of the bathroom rubbing his eyes groggily. I couldn't really see his face as the sun was behind him, all I saw was this tall man's shadowy silhouette with a golden glow behind it, and his long brown hair down around his shoulders.

"Levi...?" Eren's voice muttered with a small rasp, "Are you done cleaning?"

Taking my rubber gloves off and setting them at the sink along with my rag and disinfectant spray, I approached Eren.

"Yes, I am, Brat. How was your beauty sleep?" I tortled.

"Ah... I'm not sure. All I know is when I finished cleaning the kitchen it was around 1 pm... and I sat down because my back hurt... I rested my head and then... I was here."

"Hm, whatever you say. When exactly does your sister get back from work, do you know?"

"Around 7pm... I usually leave for work around 6pm so I don't really see her much..." From how Eren trailed off I could tell he was still waking up.

"Ah, well it's 6:30pm now, do you have a shift today?" I spoke softly, crossing my arms.

"I hope not. That'd be bad." He said in a nonchalant manner, still standing in the bathroom doorway.

We kind of just stared at each other for a bit before the realization set in for him.

"HOLY SHIT AM I LATE FOR WORK?"