(I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin. I got the idea while I was running on the track at school today. ;u;)

Eren Jaeger was on the grass, in a brown and white uniform that said 'Kyojin High School' across the front in white letter. He was stretching out, preparing for a race.

He was in track, and boy, he was fast. He broke the school record for a 200 meter dash just recently, and placed top in many track competitions with the school districts around Kyojin High.

Though, today, a new school was going to arrive,along with usual others, from just recently joining the same district. Today, Eren didn't expect winning first to be any different from usual; his speed topped those by a long shot, not to mention he's done hours of laborous training to get this far.

Though, he ended up stretching at least twice more than he usually would, just in case there was someone faster than him.

He knew it wasn't likely.

Eren thought back to what schools were coming, and which one was the new one. Ah, yes, He thought to himself. Recon High School? I think that's what it was...

The teen simply sighed and shrugged to himself. He would find out later, but now, he had to prepare for the race.

Though, that thought was erased from his mind as he saw someone particularly short, though he couldn't tell from his current position, pass by him. He was in a white and green uniform, on the front in white was Recon High. On the back, there was... one white wing and a black wing?

He raised an eyebrow at the insignia before taking in his appearance. He must be from the new school. He then smacked his forehead. As if the words on the front weren't enough proof for that, captain Obvious.

The shorter of the two who was passing by turned at the sudden noise behind him, taking in the appearance of the boy who smacked his forehead. He raised a thin eyebrow at the boy, but the rest of his face remained blank.

This allowed Eren to take in his features. Silver eyes, black hair with an undercut, pale skin.. he's kind of pretty. Wait, I don't swing that way. Ugh.

Though, the other seemed not to care about Eren anymore, for he only looked to see what the noise was. Now that he knew, he didn't care anymore. He simply turned and went on his way.

Eren sighed internally for being a moron in front of a new person.

OH RIGHT, THE 200!

Just as the thought and reminder came to him, it was announced over the intercom at the bleachers, blaring around the field. "200 Meter dash participants report at the line." Eren's heart gave a nervous jolt, heading over as it repeated once again.

What's wrong with me? I usually don't get nervous...

Once he reported, he was placed on line 2. He didn't need starting blocks; he hated them because he felt they got in the way most of the time.

Apparently, most of the runners thought so too.

There aren't enough runners for more than one heat, so that's one less thing to worry about.

He mentally cursed at himself for getting nervous. Something was up.

Eren scanned over the runners, and noticed a familiar head of black hair with an undercut kneeling down. He was tying the laces to make sure his track spikes were on well.

He had a starting block, which struck Eren as odd, since he wasn't used to the block. The male didn't seem to be bothered by it as he tested the lengths on the block to make sure it was right.

He shook his head and waited for the man to begin.

"On your marks.." Eren shifted forward, putting his weight on his right leg, prepared to take off.

"Get set..." He tensed as he waited for the next sound.

The second he heard the gun, he was off and sprinting like a mad man, but with grace. Though, he noticed something... new.

Something, or someone, shorter than him, running beside him out of the corner of his eye.

And passed Eren.

This shocked Eren, but he only continued to sprint. As he watched the shorter of the two pull ahead of them with ease, Eren could have sworn he saw wings.

By wings, real wings, not the insignia on his back.

Wait.

That's the boy with the starting block...

It finally occured to him. Eren blinked, and found he was only hallucinating when he thought he had seen wings.

Before he knew it, the shorter of the two had crossed over the line with what seemed like ease, which was proven otherwise as he gasped for air.

Eren was surprised. Very, very surprised.

He beat me... he actually did it.

This sparked a fire in Eren. He stalked up to the other, panting for air but still willing to speak.

He wanted to beat this guy, and first, he wanted to know his name.

The other turned to Eren, who was moving quickly toward him. He expected Eren to say something about him cheating, or how stupid the blocks were, or make fun of his height.

What he wasn't expecting, though, was what seemed to be a simple question.

"What's your name?" He asked through his panting.

The other's eyes seemed to widen at the question a tad, but went back to the original expression as fast as it happened.

He paused a moment before responding. "Levi."

The taller grinned widely, beautiful greenish-blue eyes widening with obvious determination. This sparked an interest in Levi, but he wouldn't let anyone know.

"My name is Eren. Eren Jaeger." He held a hand out toward the other.

Levi looked hesitant to take it, but after a few seconds, did. He didn't like the feeling of sweat, but didn't feel any on Eren's hands. Strange.

"I'm somewhat pleasured to meet you." Levi deadpanned.

"Just you wait, Levi," Eren spoke up, changing the subject. "I'm gonna beat you one day!"

Levi nearly smirked at this, So that's what the determined look was for.

"Go ahead and try. I'm not holding you back."

"Great! Good job, by the way!"

Levi was taken aback by the compliment; usually, people from other schools would curse at him for being so fast. And usually, they didn't say 'Good job' to him.

This kid has guts, Levi mused to himself before responding. "Thanks. You too." Keeping his apathetic expression, all the while.

Though, they didn't know, but that was the beginning of a very strong friendship, and maybe even more.

(URGGHH. I've been waiting SO LONG to write this! And by so long, I mean like... 2 hours.)