A/N: Something I quickly jolted down when I saw a crossover of My Neighbor Totoro & SNK, this has absolutely nothing to do with My Neighbor Totoro by the way, it just gave me the inspiration for the title.

SNK does not belong to me!

My Neighbor, Eren.

He waters his flowers and drinks tea in the afternoon, he has anger issues, he rarely smiles but when he does; it feels like the beauty of the world crashing down to Earth, slowly sprouting flowers to create a new beauty.

People around me like to talk about him, they say he's dangerous, they say it's best to leave him alone—and they did, but grew tired of it and began calling names.

Freak, monster, murderer, and many more, but still he paid no heed and continued watering his plants and drinking tea in the afternoon haze; where the sun blazes and scorches the terrain but refrains from touching him, he is an angel, he is my friend.

I watch him every day from my yard just next to his, I smile at him and wave and hope everyday he waves back, but he doesn't—and I suppose that's a good thing, because if he did, it could only mean that—nevermind.

I watch over him and try my best to deflect all the comments pushed towards him, I play tricks on those who belittle him and laugh while doing so, it is twisted yes; but just.

I do not understand their pointing fingers and mocking tones, what exactly had he done? We were only playing a quick game of tag, loser gets their red string broken, that was the wager we had every day as kids, the people with star badges and dark blue clothes said he'd done nothing wrong; so why are all of you this angry?

But it doesn't matter, what they say don't matter.

I am good, I do good deeds for him for I am his friend and his only friend.

Who am I, you ask?

I am Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Levi, Petra, Irvin, Sasha, Connie, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Hanji, and many more, I am all and I stand for him and I watch over him with my right arm above my chest and my left arm behind me, resting at my mid-back.

There was a day though, where I wasn't there for him; just ten minutes though, and I assured myself that he'd be fine.

"Say, Eren," I said that day, knowing he'd not been able to hear me, "Why is that rope around your neck? Why are you not breathing?"

"Why are you behind me? Why are you speaking? How can you see me?"

"Say, Eren—why are you crying?"

The haze of that afternoon has left us as long last, with our billowing navy coats no longer stained with red, the sky has changed from a bright red to a dark blue, I feel like we should dive in and scoop up the stars then rearrange them to change our fate, I would part the grass and collect sunlight as you divide the waters of this Earth and collect seashells, I would help you water your flowers as you plant more, I would watch you from across the street and make sure you're fine, I would love you and shower you with praise, I would look up into the skies and squint through the summer rain to search for the true summer we've been looking for with you, I would serve you lemonade and cookies, I would run my fingers through your hair as you take your nap under a pine tree and I would weave flower crowns for you and me.

Ah, what a beautiful summer that would be.

"Say, Eren—"

I began once again, knowing that you'd hear me. And hear me always you've had.

"—can we please have tea?"

And you were gone.

Up to heaven, I suppose.