Eren is such a beautiful character. He's impulsive, dangerous, and frightened all in one- and he's also still just a 15 year old kid. 15year olds do stupid things, and this fic is centered around Eren's hidden ability- he can dance. call it crack fic or whatever the hell you want, but this needs to be writeen, goshdangit!

It started out simple, as things always seemed to do with Jager. Levi had been working late into the night finishing some paper work before deciding to head down to the dungeon, make sure their resident titan shifter was okay, since he was, after all, responsible for the boy, and head to bed for a well-deserved rest.

They'd stopped posting guards in the basement, and they basically just allowed Eren to cuff himself up at night. They'd thought they could trust the boy. Thought being the key word.

Levi was incredibly concerned to see his cell empty, bed unmade. He stepped inside uncertainly, eyes scanning all the dark corners cautiously, before he placed a hand on the boy's messy sheets. They were cold- as was his pillow. He hadn't been here in hours.

He didn't panic outright. Was he concerned? Yes. But knowing eren- impulsive, shitty brat that he was, he knew the boy was most likely walking around or doing something incredibly unreasonable to do at night.

Still- he couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive at the thought of the boy alone somewhere, where he could easily be hurt. He hurried outside, first checking the training grounds but finding them deserted. The same was true for the stables.

He was getting a little anxious now- what if Eren had run off or done something equally dangerous and stupid? Levi seemed to be the only one outside tonight, every place was deserted, the soldiers all sleeping...

He saw a dim light in the distance and blanched. It was the lecture hall- which should've been closed. He never thou ght he'd see Eren inside the classroom any longer than the boy had to be, but he jogged towards the hall, staying stealthy, uncertain as to what exactly was going on.

He ducked inside the entryway- Eren had the lights on as dimly as possibly and was standing in the deserted lecture all, alone. Levi stood just outside the doorway to the hall, back pressed against the wall, listening to everything going on through the doorway and peering in.

"I'm a soldier." Eren muttered. The boy's fists were clenched at his side, back to the door, as though he were facing some sort of internal struggle. "Dammit, I'm a soldier!"

Levi placed a hand on the hilt of his blades for a moment, wondering if the boy was bout to go titan on him.

Eren looked up at the ceiling, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I'm a soldier." he said, voice barely above a whisper, voice sounding close to breaking. "But- I'm so different. They never do this- if they knew about me, about what I do- shame me, laugh at me. Think I was an idiot."

Eren stared at the ground, as though contemplating his failure. Levi was growing seriously concerned- what was it the boy was keeping hidden from him?

"I'm a soldier. But dammit- I gotta dance!" Eren jumped onto the topmost table that served as desks for the row farthest back, hitting the play button on the boom box.

The boy struck a pose, face dead serious- one foot in front of the other, toe pointed, hand in the air, wrist angled downward daintily like he was some sort of fabulous creature...

Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P-Diddy
Grab my glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city
Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back

Levi's eyes widened as Jager strutted down the desks like it was a catwalk, one pointed foot landing daintily in front of the other, one hand placed on his hips.

As the song went into the next verse the boy froze, arms out as he stood daintily on tip-toes, exercising perfect muscle control before shuffling backwards to the beat, his ass bouncing up and down as he arched his back perfectly to accentuate it, one arm swinging to make the dance move blend with the beat.

The song blended into the next verse, and Eren went into some sort of hand-choreography, arm movements calculated and captivating. He moved both his forearms in unison to one side, then the next, like they were windshield wipers, rocking his hips sensually as he did so. It took the breath out of Levi.

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up

Eren lost all semblance of self-control, then, leaping gracefully down onto the table below him, feet coming up into a near-perfect split mid-air. He landed immacultely, like some sort of cat, his face painted with concentration and passion as the music took full hold of his body- he spun once, a perfect rotation, purposefully falling forward onto his stomach, doing the worm backwards until he reached the other side of the table on the opposite side of the room, leaping to his feet and leaning forward so his back was arched, doing some sort of jazz-hands to the front while his ass seemed to move on it's own accord...

He was a maniac, then, prancing forward and bringing his knees up like a marching band player would, arm swinging opposite his leg as his feet kept perfect time to the beat.

Tonight, Imma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Whoa-oh oh oh
Whoa-oh oh oh

He leaped again, in a display of grace, before landing on the third row of desks down, his brown locks flipping as he threw his head to the one side, crossing his legs daintily and striking that damn pose with his arm up...

He threw his head back, hair flopping to reveal the boy panting heavily, sweaty green shirt clinging to his body, but a smile on his face. Pure, unadulterated happiness filled the kid's expression, before he frowned.

"My squad- they can never see his side of me. They'd lose all respect for me- just because I love to move..." he let out a breath, closing his eyes and looking pained. "Just- just keep in in, Eren. Nobody has to know. Except Armin, but he understands..."

Eren stopped talking to himself, then, noticing the clock on the wall. It was nearly one in the morning, and his eyes widened.

"Shitshitshit, I gotta go..." he grabbed him boom box, running outside. In his haste, he didn't notice Levi tucked into the dark corner of the room.

Levi watched him go, a mix of emotions inside himself. Eren was an amazing dancer- the boy had incredible skill. but even then- the boy was sneaking out to dance. The officer in him knew Eren was breaking the rules, not putting himself into his cell like he was supposed to. But the Lvi part- the part that cared for his soldier's well-being, despite his normally bored exterior- kept thinking of the passion behind the boy's moves, the happiness on his face.

He couldn't see anything harmful out of the boy dancing. In fact, it might even be good for him, help him express himself. So he resolved to let the boy dance- he'd follow and hide himself, keep watch over the boy from the shadows- and he'd keep quiet about it. Eren was thought of as Humanity's hope- in reality, he was just a 15 year old, scared of powers he knew he couldn't control. Levi couldn't bring himself to punish the boy for dancing- especially when it seemed like such a release for the kid.

When he checked on Eren fifteen minutes later, the boy pretended to be asleep. As long as these late nights didn't affect his performance in training, Levi would let it slide. And that night, routine was set for Levi- at least once a night, he got to see Eren- the youngest member of his squad with the heaviest burden on his shoulders- happy.

Well? What do you guys think? I hope the descriptions of the dancing were clear enough to paint a good picture, I jsut think Eren needs a way to be free- and yes, people will find out about his ability in future chapters. Please review! :)