"Heichou…" Eren called out, merely a borderline between a whisper and a gush of air escaping his lips. Rivaille looked at the sound of his title being called, his eyes bearing that usual light of slight annoyance and impassiveness in it. "Do you believe in love?" It was a question with no correct answer yet both had a single thought in mind. "Yes. And it is you." (alphabet-themed)

More than misleading words, more than unnecessary actions, this beautiful symphony was enough to tell him all the things he needed to know. (Done for the Music Shuffle Challenge.)

Sleeping was meant to rejuvenate and rest our restless beings. It was meant to be physically relaxing and mentally comforting. It wasn't meant to further worsen such feelings of insecurities, remorse, and most of all, fear.

It was sudden. He had looked and so as he. Their eyes were caught in a trance and for a brief second, Rivaille had come to a sudden realization.

Each of us only get one chance, one moment, one second, one irreversible time to live on without hesitation, to search for such a meeting. One person, one chance, one moment, one second, once only. I am glad that we met.

Almost as if fate had played with them, the string slowly lost its bond. It seemed as though fate deemed them unfit for each other. As if they had no chance to fall in love.

In the face of death, there are no such things as humanity's strongest and humanity's hope. And once again, Eren lost his new-found hope.

It wasn't meant at all. It wasn't supposed to be. It had become a habit. A very dangerous habit.

It was supposed to be a quick remedy to their urging pleasures. It was supposed to end there, drowned out by the darkness in the room. It was supposed to stay there. Only then, they knew that it was inevitable.

Red and blue, light and shadow, ten and eleven, aerial and land... a perfect match indeed.

A normal human being has all five senses. Some may even have the sixth and seventh senses. But, what if an eight sense was born through experience and deep growing feelings?

Sometimes, your own existence is enough to ease someone down. Be there and here them out, that's all you got to do.

I was, of course, a very hateful man...