niche ass crossover fanart noone asked for and my main criticism of barbie movie in a nutshell

After seeing tha La Squadra ask with the yakuza games I was wondering how the group would react if the yakuza La Squadra member had a few of their old yakuza friends visit Italy and their the characters from the yakuza games (let’s just say it’s in the same universe)

🐉 Former Yakuza La Squadra member gets a visit from Kiryu & Majima🐉 (multiple asks in one) (2,1k)

sfw // gn reader (reader is the former yakuza member)

After discovering Majima and Kiryu shared a mutual friend that had moved to Italy and joined a gang there, they were curious to know how they were faring, deciding on a whim to pay them a visit. Their old pal had left quite the impression on the two men back when they were part of the yakuza.

Set in an AU where the Yakuza in-game happenings and JJBA events take place in the same universe, the game does not exist, it’s just real life for the characters and La Squadra’s newest recruit that used to be in the Yakuza happened to be friends with Kiryu and Majima back in the day.

(Btw my interpretation of Majima when he’s alone with Kiryu is that he mostly drops his act and since he’s in a new country he is a little more timid towards strangers, don’t get me wrong, he will still start shit but maybe not as quick.)

It was a bright and sunny day, the sweet spring wind still holding some winter chill as it blew through your hair. You were sat on the bench across from the safe house, arms spread wide on the backrest, cigarette dangling on your lips while you basked in the warmth of sunshine. You quite enjoyed sitting like this, making it an uninviting scene for passersby or your teammates, not wanting anyone near you so you could relax in peace. Of course still on guard, never truly letting it down, there’s enough people out there that have a bone to pick with Passione, especially your division. You took another long drag of the cigarette, the overwhelming smoke entering your lungs like ashy clouds. But as you heard some rustling you reached over to grab the smoking bud and pressed it into the ground with your foot. There was something suspicious going on, you felt like you were being watched. You casually peered through half closed eyes at the building in front of you, no one had been staring through the windows. No, it felt like it came from a different direction. Lazily you stood up, stretching your core, twisting your middle from side to side while letting your arms get some movement, readying your body for possible combat. As you turned, you saw a trashcan wiggle in your peripheral. The movements looked very unusual, was there a cat stuck in it? But the can was placed so precisely on the corner of an alley, someone could easily be standing right around the bend to surprise-attack you. Picking up a rock and throwing it right at the middle of the can, even making an indent, you felt a bit idiotic for doing it. But still there was no further movement or sound. You were still curious so you without much thinking you crept closer. If it was an animal in need you’d feel bad to have left it to suffer.

As you stepped nearer, now in front of the dented can, having full vision of the alley you were met with someone you didn’t suspect in the slightest. “Kiryu-san?” You questioned, face frozen in shock. “Wh-what are you doing here? Am I dreaming?” you asked while rubbing your eyes, maybe if you rubbed them hard enough you’d wake up. The large man’s furrowed eyebrows softened as he was met with your familiar form. A small smile formed on his lips but he stayed quiet for some reason, opting to kick the trashcan in front of him instead. It burst open, the lid sent flying further into the alley as you both ducked for cover. “What the fuck Kiryu-chan?! I told you I got this!” Majima’s figure popped out, the snakeskin jacket crumpled from what looked like sitting in the confined space for far too long. You couldn’t believe your eyes, you’re sure your mouth was hanging open with eyes wider than a deer in headlights, like your brain had crashed and burned. “Ya went and ruined the surprise Kiryu-chan! And ya went and broke Oushi-chan as well.” The one eyed man gestured angrily while complaining, he’d planned out the perfect way to surprise you: to shock and fight you. But the only thing that snapped you out of your stupor was that stupid nickname, Oushi-chan. He basically called you a bull, giving you the nickname after you’d stormed angrily down the stairs of the Tojo Clan head office after a particularly frustrating meeting and nearly threw Majima down the stairs as you raced on by. “Stop calling me that! And what in the name of all that is sacred are you doing in Italy?” You hushed your yells as to not alert the entire neighbourhood of their arrival, helping the older man out of the trashcan. “We’d thought it was nice to come and visit you, see what you’ve been up to.” Kiryu calmly explained. “And calling was too expensive? You guys really scared the shit out of me!” Still filled with disbelief at their sudden appearance, but glad to see those familiar faces again. You did miss them too, the short time you shared with them still being remembered fondly. “Glad to see ya haven’t changed, ya did get an Italian accent though.” Majima playfully jabbed as he slung his arm around your shoulders. “Oh you’re one to talk about accents old man.” You prodded back as you pushed his arm off in annoyance, not taking any of the man’s teasing that easily. “Before you ask how we found you, I’ll explain.” Kiryu’s voice was still as deep as you remembered, telling you how they knew you were in Naples and even knew of Passione, it was just a matter of time until someone pointed you out (after some mild intimidation). Not that it was hard to spot you among the Italian men in your team. Hard for these two to talk, back in Tokyo you’d spot that grey suit and angry scowl from a mile away. And let’s not even pretend that Majima’s no-shirt-tacky-jacket-leather-pants look was any less eye catching. You huffed out a laugh, the shock of seeing these two finally wearing off as they started asking questions about how you’ve been and how work is. Happily chatting on the bench you were previously lounging on.

“So… what’s the nature of yer squad exactly? I mean ya look meaner than before, if that was even an option.” The one eyed man jested in a hushed voice, sure that it was a sensitive topic. “Well I like to think we’re the cleanup crew, bringing a bit more harmony to this field of work.” Ignoring his comment about your looks, sure that they helped you in this line of business. “That’s one way to phrase it.” Kiryu huffed out a chuckle, leaning his hands on his knees as he looked at you with a sympathetic smile. He admired your fervour, it was one of the reasons he was so fond of you. After hearing how you stood up against Majima and he didn’t slice you to bits, he was impressed at how you persuaded Majima to settle it through a game of hanafuda. The stoic man knew you liked to be alone, being used to it himself or rather preferring it somewhat over putting his loved ones in danger. He actually asked you to join his family if he ever became patriarch of his own one, he put a lot of trust in you.

After some more catching up you decided that perhaps you should show them around the house and introduce them to your teammates. Knowing how much they loved hearing your stories about your time in the yakuza, they’d surely appreciate to meet your old pals. You stepped in with the two men in tow, stopping in the entry way to hand your friends some slippers, it was a habit you never let go since moving here and you’d even convinced the rest of your house mates to go along with it. “Hey guys, I have some friends I’d like you to meet! Please don’t be weird!” You yelled loudly enough for the entire house to hear, even your capo on the top floor would be able to. Formaggio, Prosciutto and Pesci sauntered out of the living room, looking quite bored before noticing your two friends. Now they seemed interested. “So who’s the eye-patch guy and mister giant?” Formaggio joked as he elbowed Prosciutto who tutted his colleague for touching his suit. “Well these two gentlemen are my friends from Japan… from the yakuza…” it was so awkward to add that they were also involved in such things. You were pretty sure Kiryu was nearing his end run with the organisation anyway. “Oh and they do not understand a single word you’re saying, I’ll translate and yes I will filter out your jokes Formaggio.” You said in a serious tone. The two men behind you stood awkwardly awaiting any signal from you, Majima eyeing your teammates up and down, trying to get a good impression of them. Pesci seemed scared by the men but trying his best not to show it, only shaking a little. Majima thought him a perfect target to tease, holding himself back from his usual persona. “Prosciutto. Pesci. Formaggio.” Your blond colleague introduced them curtly, hands still in his pockets. Kiryu understood the introductions and gave a little nod, Majima followed with a grunt. “This is Majima-san and Kiryu-san.” The mingling of Italian and Japanese still being something you were trying to get used to, only having been able to speak Italian since you arrived. You led the men into the sitting room, the three colleagues retreating back to their card game while you and the other two sat down on the couches. Your colleagues weren’t really that interested it seemed or maybe just unsure of them for now. As you excused yourself to get some drinks for your guests, you were a little worried to leave them by themselves, you knew they could handle themselves physically, but it was more the communication part that you were worried about. You returned with a couple of glasses filled with juice as you saw Melone had slinked inside the living room, gently placing himself on the one seater next to the couch. “So who are these guys?” He asked curiously while leering, perhaps making Kiryu blush a little since Melone kept staring at him. You quickly introduced them to him and shushed him out of your seat, instead he sat on the armrests of the chair. Majima sat up a little, not really liking the looks of the purple haired one. “Is he always like that?” he asked, being a little weirded out. “Yes, yes he is.” You replied with a sigh as your teammate kept staring with a grin on his face, happy to just quietly observe.

You nearly sprung out of your chair when Risotto entered the doorway, feeling like you’d overstepped by bringing in your friends. Majima cocked an eyebrow at your behaviour, not knowing what superior could make you act like that. That was until he turned around as well. “Risotto I-, excuse me for bringing them in but they came all the way from Japan to check up on me.” You pleaded in a hurry as your capo took in the people in the room. “Don’t worry.” He said while giving a nod to the guests while taking them in, having a bit of a stare off with Majima or more like Majima didn’t want to lose eye contact. He felt an innate need to fight Risotto, not because he wanted to hurt him, he just wanted to see what the large man was made off. Risotto reminded Majima of his dear friend next to him. “I’ll be going back to work but please treat their guests nicely.” Risotto aimed his comment at the other men in the room, seeing them not really interact with the guests just yet. You sunk back down in your chair and sighed in relief. “He’s got ya whipped Oushi-chan.” Majima joked as he saw your cheeks get a little flushed.

Slowly but surely with lots of hard work the men actually started talking (with your help translating), Kiryu was still a bit demure but you didn’t expect him to be otherwise, respecting his usual style. After a while Prosciutto even invited them to play a round of cards, all sat around the table while he dealt them. A simple game of blackjack. You actually quite enjoyed the intermingling of your past and present, happy to know there were still people looking out for you back home. Not even sure if you were still allowed to call it home, having perhaps found a new one.

And yes Melone did ask to fight Majima, who quickly agreed since he thought the lithe man was weird and needed some readjusting. Of course Majima won, you sternly asked Melone not to use his stand. The whole thing was quite amusing actually, even Kiryu seemed to enjoy it.

I can't decide if Kirishima is actually greying or if his hair is just never fully shaded. So many different frames show different things. Also if Suoh is biracial or just dies his hair which is so funny to imagine. Like big bad employee of Asami dies his hair. bc vanity. In a salon. Or at home trying to not get bleach on anything. wild.

Yes. YES! YeSss!!!

I really love to think about how those gentlemen take care of themselves. When they go to the salon to get a haircut, do they also get a manipedi and a massage? Maybe some horribly expensive facial treatment? Do they lowkey pick up gossip magazines and read them when no one’s looking? And I don’t know about Kirishima’s hair, but I am 200% obsessed with Suoh Kazumi’s hair choices just because I think he totally dyes it. Totally, just like Akihito, and the two of them meeting in a hair salon in one of my top five headcanons. 

So much so that I wrote a ficlet about it. (Hiding it under the cut in case not to clutter anyone’s dash.)

Washed-Up Blonde

The worst part of joining Asami in his criminal shenanigans was, without a doubt, the toll it took on his daily routine. Lunchtime? A memory of another lifetime. The man made it a habit to skip meals and he was beginning to follow suit. Going out for a beer with friends? Forget it. Going to a salon to get his hair done? He just didn’t have the time.

Akihito let out a defeated sigh as he stared at his reflection on the mirror. Those dark roots were just wrong, but as usual they were supposed to leave Sion in a couple of hours and it would take him at least half of that for him to get to Minami-kun, his hairstylist of preference in Tamagawa.

“If it is bothering you so much, just go to the salon on the 70th floor,” said Asami, without lifting his eyes from his computer screen. “It’s employee-only but they will obviously make an exception.”

Akihito made a face. He, going to that pompous place, crawling with Asami’s men? Not to mention the staff didn’t even look at him in the eye when he walked past the other day…

“Hmpf,” he snorted, stealing another glance at the mirror. 

But those dark roots were really bad.

“Fine,” he relinquished at last, heading to the door with a displeased frown. “But you’re paying the bill!”

Slam!

With a smirk, Asami lifted his eyes to the door for a moment, and then continued to type.

******

The place was every little bit as snobbish as Akihito had envisioned it was. What kind of hair salon served foie gras to its customers?! Certainly not the ones he usually went to. And was it… classical music playing in the background?!?

Ugh.

He shifted on the chair, drawing in a long breath as the hairstylist, once again, looked at a box of Beeline Honey hair dye with no amount of hesitation.

“About this color, sir…” he finally whispered. “Are you sure? I think the Diamond Starlight would be a better match, a lighter shade would make your eyes pop, so to speak.”

Akihito’s nostrils flared as he looked at the fancy catalog the man was holding up. He wasn’t sure if his increasing annoyance was due to the fact he could hear people whispering and chuckling somewhere behind him, or if it was because the man was obviously making him second guess his color preferences, the ones he had had for almost ten years now!

No..  It wasn’t any of that. He was annoyed because that stupid color was eerily familiar… too familiar even…

When Sudou Shu’s face flashed before his eyes, he clutched the chair’s arms until his knuckles turned white.

“This one?” Akihito scoffed angrily, grabbing the catalog and pointing to the picture in question. “Well, Washed Up Blonde here, or “Diamond Starlight”, as you call it,” he ranted on, “is a color for hoes. Very cheap hoes, by the way.

And then, the entire salon was swallowed by a loud, collective gasp, and the uncomfortable silence that followed made him blush. 

"I bet that’s the color Sudou had on…” he whispered, almost apologetically, as if trying to justify the harshness of his words.

“Sunflower Blonde,” the hairstylist behind him responded.

“Huh?”

“That was Sudou Shuu’s hair color,” the man explained, a subtle little smile curling the corners of his mouth. “Sunflower Blonde.”

When he looked at the image of said color, he noticed that it had a yellowish hue to it, and that was exactly what Sudou’s hair looked like. Unwilling to acknowledge defeat, however, Akihito remained silent, and merely watched the man begrudgingly open the box he had been holding.

Not even five minutes later, a wave of respectful greetings swept the salon, and Akihito turned his head to the side just in time to see Suoh Kazumi take the chair right next to him.

‘So Asami’s bodyguard gets his hair done here too, I should have known,’ he thought.

“Takaba-san.”

“Hey… What’s up?”

As usual, there was no response.

And then, the uncomfortable silence was back. All eyes seemed to have turned to the lady that was standing behind the bodyguard, and Akihito noticed she showed no little amount of hesitation as she grabbed a box from one of the shelves.

Diamond Starlight.

His eyes shifted to Suoh’s hair, and from there to the reflection of the hairdresser on the mirror, then back to Suoh’s hair.

All around him, people seemed to be holding in laughter, and of course it didn’t take long for Suoh to suspect something was off.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing!” Akihito exclaimed, before someone had the brilliant idea to share what he had said earlier. “It is… uhh… a n-nice color. Looks good on you, makes your eyes pop,” he quickly added, just to hear the hairstylist scoff behind him. “Say, what do you say we grab some lunch after this?”

Instead of answering, Suoh looked at him as if trying to evaluate what kind of brain damage he had suffered.

‘Whatever…’ Akihito told himself mentally as the Beehive Honey concoction was smeared on his scalp. As long as the bodyguard didn’t ask why everyone around them had begun to giggle, he would succeed in getting back to Asami in one piece.

Alpha! Paramedic Levi. Omega! Dancer Eren

"Come on, shorty! You never know, the omega of your dreams could lie just inside!" Rolling his eyes, Levi struggled to free himself from fake feather boa Hanji was wrapping around his shoulders. He'd been perfectly happy drinking at their usual spot. They hadn't needed to start this pub crawl. They hadn't needed to torture the innocent pub goers with Hanji's drunken shouting. When they'd left the bar, he'd hoped they were finally heading back to the hotel... instead, Hanji had hung out the limo until she saw the strip club... "How the fuck you got Moblit to marry you, I have no fucking idea" Cackling mischievously, Levi was propelled through the doorway. Why the fuck did he have to be on Hanji sitting duty? He might be gay, but he'd never had the urge to enter a strip club, let alone a strip club with Hanji, her big fat mouth, and the rest of her bridal party. Forced to sit in a booth that left his skin crawling, Levi doubted any omega worth his time would be slumming in a place like this. Reaching across the table, Hanji used her pointer fingers to push up the corners of his mouth "Lighten up! You're so grumpy!" Slapping her away, he tried his hardest to find something to bullshit out "I'm not grump, this place is just..." He cast an eye around the dark space. Other than the low lights behind the bar, and the small tacky fairy lights over the booths, the miah source of light was a rather sad looking stage and catwalk. A single male dancing awkwardly around a strippers pole, completely out of time with song over the speakers. Nope. He couldn't come up with a single nice thing to say about the joint, instead he could feel himself smearing as Hanji snorted "Calm down. Just because Romeo hasn't appeared yet, doesn't mean he won't" "Hanji, you do know how that ended right?" "We need more tequila, you've still got too many brain cells! Mark my words Levi, I will find you the omega of your dreams!" "I'll take a cleaner bar. Preferably without the mysterious stains and... what the fuck is that scent?" Placing her hand on his arm, Petra giggled "You're right Hanji! He's way too sober!" "I know right! Make sure he doesn't run away, I'll organise the drinks" If he could have run, he would. Hanji slid past her friend Rico, yelling to man behind the bar they needed drink. Covering his face, he really wished he'd run. Now he was stuck... trapped. With Petra fluttering her eyelashes at him. The tiny strawberry blonde woman didn't understand that he was gay, not even after 6 years of knowing him. There'd been a time when they hadn't spoken after she'd stubbornly questioned "How can you know you're gay, if you've never been with a woman?". This was followed up by the great "Can't you just try to be straight?" incident. It took Hanji playing peacekeeper and unavoidable circumstances at work for them to finally speak again. Their "friendship" strained since, and if not for Moblit begging him to make sure Hanji didn't pass out in a ditch, he wouldn't even have been out. He should be home, with his cat, a nice cup of Earl Grey, and a good book. He was a simple man, who valued simple things "Levi, are you listening?" Sighing, Levi looked to Petra "You weren't, were you? I was asking if you knew what the time was" "Isn't that what you have a phone for?" "Its flat silly, and you've got a watch on" Turning his left wrist, he looked down at the dial "It's a little after 9" How the fuck was it so early? After working all day, he was ready for sleep even before they'd headed out. It seemed like some cosmic insult that it was still stupidly early. Saved from replying by Hanji's return, he was helping himself to a shot as a rather loud group of alphas entered the club, who made it their immediate goal to harass the barkeeper who'd just been freed from Hanji's ramblings "You don't think they're going to cause any trouble, do you?" "It's fiiiiiine, Petra. Besides, it's not like Levi wouldn't step in and save us" Winking, Hanji downed her shot "You're on your own" "But Levi, I'm getting married! I can't rock up with a black eye" "Why not? I'm sure Moblit's going to expect some kind of injury" "You're an arsehole. Hurry up and start drinking already" Downing his own shot, he winced as the tequila burned. He hated the shit, and hated Hanji for forcing it upon him. It was about an hour later that things began to pick up. A tall blonde coming to the stage to announce it was time to "Get this party started". Having progressed from shots, Levi was nursing his cocktail. Petra was drunk enough that she was laughing at everything, while Rico and Nanaba where both chatting away with Hanji about her upcoming nuptials. This left his to his own thoughts, and to continue planning his escape route once Petra finally moved. The second the woman decided she needed the bathroom, he was going to make a run for it. Even if it meant hanging out the front of the establishment like a creep, until Hanji had had her fill of fun. The way the alphas were all crowding around the cat work, he doubted any of them would pick a fight with him. He wasn't an omega and he wasn't getting between them and one. Taking a sip from the blue concoction, he looked up as the catwalk lights dimmed and fake drumroll played. Hanji let out a squeel, turning in her seat to get a better view as if something exciting was about to happen. As the lights shifted from blue to yellow, the stage lit up and Levi choked on his drink. Ok. He had to admit the guy who'd just appeared on the stage was hot. Wearing a pair of angle wings and gold booty-shorts, every line of his perfect sunkissed skin was on display "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give it up for Angel!" With a sultry smile, "Angel" blew a kiss to the crowd, before walking confidently towards the pole at the end of the catwalk. Fuck... He might be a famous "Ice Queen", but staring up at "Angel" he was only human. His mind jumping to how nice it would be to be buried between those long tanned legs... nope. He wasn't going there... nor was staring at the man's face and wondering what the moans falling from between those pouty pink lips would sound like. Hypnotised by "Angel", it suddenly occurred to him that the man was omega. The confidence of his moves, and his tall frame were hardly omega like, but the way the alphas were staring at him like he bitch in heat... he had to be an omega "Levi! Oh my gosh! Look how red you are, do you like him?" Levi scoffed "No. I'm watching those alphas. Who do you think's going to throw the first punch?" "Oh! Ummm..." He'd only just brought up the notion as a small commotion broke out, one alpha shoving another, causing a third to glare. Ending his routine, the omega went to make a break for it, only for two alphas to reach up and grab him. Falling badly, Levi winced as chairs and table were sent scraping. Security rushing over to the fight as the alphas began to move away from where the omega had fallen "Do you think he's alright? Should we check?" "Reiner! We need an ambulance..." Pushing Petra out the booth, the woman grumbled as Levi strode towards the scene, Hanji right beside him. Stopped by the barkeeper, Levi craned around the man to try and catch a glimpse of the omega. He could already smell the blood in the air, the guy had to be hurting "Sir, ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to go back to your seats..." "We're doctor's. You called for ambulance, well, we'll take a look at him while we wait for it" The barkeeper looked Hanji up and down, before looking to him "I'm a paramedic. She's the doctor" "Uh..." Looking around, the barkeeper nodded "Help him out. Zeke will have loose his shit if something happens to him" Kissing the man on the cheek, Hanji brushed past like it was nothing. Swapping to professional mode as they both finally laid eyes on the bleeding omega. Curled in on himself, there was a nasty gash to his head, while part of a glass has embedded in his left side from his fall. Levi felt like he'd been struck, his alpha enraged at the sight of a hurt omega. Even with the suppressants he took, he was still filled with the urge to help the kid out. Up close, it looked like the kid was still a teen "Levi, take his vitals for me. I need to check his chest" Moving the kid onto his back, bright green eyes blinked at him as if shocked "Hey cutie. I'm Hanji, can you tell me your name?" "E-Eren" Eren's eyes stayed locked on his "That's Levi. Don't worry, he's nowhere near as scary as he looks" "He looks constipated" Hanji snorted, while it was Levi's turn to blink in shock. He definitely wasn't expecting the kid to be so spirited, not with a fucking glass embedded in him "Oh Eren. You've just made my night" "How does it look?" "He's going to need surgery. I was hoping most of the glass had broken on impact, and that was why the bottom was flush to his skin... Eren, you're being very brave" He knew Hanji's false soothing too well. Peaking over, he sighed to himself. Hanji was right. A good portion of the glass was imbedded in Eren. The napkins Hanji had pressed against the wound site already red with the omega's blood. Coughing, small traces of blood appeared at the edges of Eren's lips "How long until that ambulance arrives?!" Yelling the question, Eren flinched at his tone "They're 10 minutes out!" Rico must have called in to find out for them. Hanji smiled wider, again, not a good sign "Hear that, help's on their way" Eren nodded, his eyes wandering back to looking at Levi "I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away" "Oh my god! Eren, you're too funny. Levi, I think he's flirting with you" "He hit his head, he's disoriented" "Do you have a map? I'm lost in your eyes" Hanji covered her mouth as she giggled, Levi's face reddening over Eren's attention "Calm down shitty brat. You're going to be fine" "I'm not a serial killer, but I'd like to take a stab at you" Moving her hand to fan her face, Hanji was loving every second of this "He's... he's like your soulmate!" The words forced out as her laughter grew "Shut up. He's probably just reacting because I'm an alpha" "But Levi..." Coughing wetly, Eren tried to struggle up "We need to roll him" "Got it" Eren's hand found his as he laid in the recovery position. The napkins had been replaced by a tea towel brought over by the barkeeper. Staring down at the brat, Levi swallowed hard. He couldn't deny he didn't feel some attraction to Eren, but it was foolish to even think anything would ever be there. It was obvious from the environment Eren worked in that the kid hadn't had the best of lives, and there was no way an omega like him wouldn't have an alpha. So why did his thoughts have to be filled with Eren? Why was he trying to memorise everything about the kid he'd just met? With his fingers against Eren's wrist, he tried to look like he was in charge and professional... and not having some kind of mid-life crisis over a perfect stranger "How's his pulse?" "Higher than I would have expected" "I can hear the sirens, do you know who's on tonight?" "It should be Gunther and Eld. Who's on in the ER?" "Mike" Eren would be in good hands... just not his hands "He'll be alright" "What?" "You're staring at him" "Oh... my mind was elsewhere" "Like in bed with a certain angel?" "You're not funny" "I'm hilarious. You should appreciate me more" "For dragging me into a strip club?" "Yep. Is he still conscious?" Looking up, Eren looked down at him "Yep. Conscious and Alert" "I guess I need to behave" "That would make a first" Eren coughed as he laughed weakly "Even the brat agrees" "Not brat... Eren" "It's ok, sweetheart. Levi is an oooold friend of mine. He's actually a sweetie, despite his foul mouth" "And Hanji here is a lunatic. Never believe anything she says" Eren laughed again, the pair glaring at each other over it. Cursing softly, Levi looked to find tears in Eren's eyes "You'll be fine" "My brother's going to be so mad" "Nah. He's going to be happy that you're ok" There was something in Eren's words that had Levi frowning. His mind was starting to make leaps when Eld and Gunther arrived. Making space, Hanji filled the pair in while Levi found himself being towed away by the barkeeper and outside to where the police had just arrived. Caught up giving this statement, he didn't even see Eren being taken away, only being informed by Petra after the fact. With the night ruined, Levi returned to his apartment for the night with a heaviness on his shoulders. He didn't have a shot with Eren, so why did the kid have to be in his head?