A/N: This fic is based off of life 80 from my other fanfic, 100 Lives, but you don't need to read that one to understand this one (especially since it's very loosely based). Done by request!
Eren never claimed that he was good at his job, or that he never made mistakes. Of course he sometimes messed up. He had held this internship for about 3 days, and hell, he had only been in the city for about 2 weeks total.
Snatching up the coffee cups and shoving money into the barista's hand with a rushed "Keep the change.", Eren shot out of the Starbucks. Hanji seemed like a patient person, but he had also been gone for an hour longer than planned (he blamed the layout of this city, which seemed to rely less on a grid and more on roads that curved wherever the hell they felt like). Juggling the iced coffees, he reached down to check his phone, hoping there weren't any impatient texts from his boss.
As he fumbled with the small piece of crap he called a cellphone, struggling to connect the dots in the right order, (who the hell decided that that was a good way to lock your phone?) he missed the crack in the pavement ahead. Before he even had enough time to react, the toe of his shoe caught and consequently sending him toppling over.
Onto another person.
The iced coffees burst open as they hit the ground, covering the two men in over-priced beverage. Eren groaned as he scooted off the other man, rubbing the back of his head. "Aw, shit, I'm sorry-"
He cut himself off when he saw the other man's glare. If looks could kill, Eren was pretty sure he'd be dead a thousand times over. "U-Uh..." he stuttered. The other rolled his eyes, picking himself up off the ground.
"Watch where you're going, brat." he sent one more dark look towards Eren, before stalking off and never looking back.
Eren frowned, hoping that not everyone in this city was like that. Dusting himself off, he dashed back off towards his car. How was he going to explain this?
Another 20 minutes of driving around completely lost (he really needed a GPS in here), and Eren finally made it back to the company building. Hanji hadn't sent any texts, but that didn't mean he was off scott-free.
The building wasn't the biggest around - but it wasn't small either. At least 10 stories tall, the glass panes around it gave a modern look that seemed fitting for a travel company. Despite that, however, it didn't stand out and Eren still had a habit of sometimes accidentally passing by the building. The only thing that identified the building was a small sign above the door:
As soon as he entered through the door, he noticed that something was off. The atmosphere was tenser, seeming to thicken the farther into the building he went. And was it just him, or was the place practically sparkling clean?
He entered the elevator, deciding to brush it off as he pressed the button for the top floor. Eren was probably just nervous about being late. The place definitely did have an undeniably cleaner scent to it, though...
Finally reaching it's destination, the elevator door dinged open to an amused-looking Hanji sitting a few feet away at her desk. She glanced up at the noise, eyes lighting up at the sight of the boy.
"Oh, Eren! You made it back!" she clapped her hands together. "Good, good, come over here! There's someone I want you to meet."
Shuffling over to her desk sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. "I kind of, uh, messed up and spilt the coffees, but I'll pay for them out of my own pocket so-"
"Huh?" she cocked her head in confusion, before waving it off. "Oh! Don't worry about it, it's fine." she scanned him, pausing and frowning at the stains on his shirt. "What happened there?"
He glanced down at his shirt, grimacing at the large coffee stain. "I tripped and landed in the iced coffee spill. I can go home and change if you need me to."
Hanji shook her head, leaning back in the office chair. "No, I think it's fine for today. Kind of a strange coincidence though-" her eyes widened a bit as something occurred to her.
".. Did you happen to run into anyone on the way?"
Eren paled. "Er, yeah, I did but if they come here complaining I'll pay for that too, I swear- Uh, Miss Zoe?"
Hanji had her hand over her mouth, looking like she was trying hard not to laugh. After a moment of silence, she took a shaky breath.
"Hanji, it's still not coming out. Don't you have any stain remover that doesn't suck ass? And who the hell are you talking to?"
Eren jumped at the voice, taken off guard. He turned his head to find the source - in the bathroom? He hadn't even been aware there was anyone else here.
"Nope!" she replied back, grinning again. "And if you come out here, you'll see."
An irritated sigh was heard from behind the door. "I'm not wearing a shirt, you dingbat."
"It's fine! We're all men here!" Not missing the bewildered look Eren sent her, she winked at him. "Just kidding. Probably."
As Eren side-eyed his boss warily, a shuffling noise was heard from the bathroom. Finally, with a click the door opened to a very irritated, familiar sight.
Familiar? Eren swept his gaze over the shirtless man, probably lingering too long on his surprisingly ripped chest. He forced his eyes back up to the man's face, cursing himself as he felt the heat crawl to his face. Now was not the time for that!
The man raised an eyebrow. "Did you follow me all the way here? Going to spill another coffee on me, kid?"
Eren gaped as it all clicked together. Sputtering for a response, Hanji interrupted him before he had a chance to speak.
"Eren, meet Rivaille. Rivaille, Eren Jaeger. Remember how I told you that there was another boss when you came in on your first day, but he was on vacation?" Eren nodded. He vaguely remembered something about that. "Well, he's back now! Rivaille, this is your new assistant."
Rivaille glared at Hanji, his eyes flicking from her to Eren. He sighed.
"I leave for one week for business, and you hire an assistant without me."
She shrugged. "You work too hard. You needed one, so I got one." standing up from the desk, she stretched. "Here's your desk back! If you need me, I'll be in my office." thumping Eren on the back as she walked by, just for good measure.
Eren stood awkwardly in front of the desk as Rivaille sat down, frowning at the boy in front of him. Eren was trying to look anywhere, anywhere but at his attractive, topless boss-
"First order of business," his voice had a no-nonsense ring to it. Eren turned towards him, only to be met with a face full of coffee-stained shirt. "Is take that to the dry-cleaners. You've got 20 minutes."
Eren wasn't even sure he could find his way out of this building in 20 minutes.
"Starting 5 seconds ago. I'd move if I were you, Jaeger."
Eren made it back in 25 minutes.
Rivaille didn't even look up from the paperwork he was hunched over when he heard Eren enter his office. Eren's jaw slacked a bit at the blunt statement from the other, feeling a bit of anger building up - five minutes! He was five minutes late!
But as soon as he had opened his mouth to say something back to his employer, Hanji peeked from around the corner and cut him off.
"No you're not!" she said, grinning. "It would take the both of us to fire you, and I say no, so you're safe for now, Eren."
An irritated sigh left Rivaille's mouth, his eyebrows furrowed. He glanced up at Eren for a moment, before rolling his eyes at the younger man's confused face.
"Here." he shoved a stack of papers almost two feet tall at the boy in front of him. "Take these down to sales. Give them to a girl named Ymir, she'll know what to do."
"Uh-" the rage in him boiled away. He needed this job, time to keep himself in check. "Yes sir."
"So you're the freshmeat, huh?" A girl with short black hair and freckles took the stack of papers from him, plopping it down on her desk with ease. He couldn't believe how easily she had grabbed the stack from him - he was sure his arms were going to be sore for weeks just from carrying them.
Eren scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess you could say that..." he avoided her gaze. She sized him up, finger pressed to her chin, before bursting into laughter.
"You're not gone yet?" she seemed amused. "Most of Rivaille's assistants don't even last two days... I'd say I'm impressed, but he's been gone so I bet today's your first encounter with him."
Eren frowned. Yeah, Rivaille was tough, but two days? It was a job at least, wasn't it?
Catching his expression, the girl smirked. "Whatever, not my business. By the way, I'm Ymir." Not that it will matter when you're gone in a week.
She nodded, glancing at the clock. "If I were you, I'd get back. Rivaille doesn't like people dawdling on his time."
Blinking, Eren glanced at the clock before grimacing. Ymir watched his retreating back as he headed toward the elevator, looking dejected. She plopped back down in her chair, spinning around in a circle before glancing at the short blonde across from her.
"What do you guess, Christa, a week before he's gone?" she popped a piece of gum in her mouth as the other frowned at her.
"You know I don't like to assume things about others..." she glanced down at her desk. Ymir grinned.
"Oh Christa, cute as always. Okay, Reiner, Bertholdt, what do you think?"
"50 bucks he's gone in 3 more days."
"You guys, can't we just do work for once?"
Eren thought that 5 o'clock would never come.
He shuffled into his run-down apartment, surprised he could even make it up the stairs as he fell face-first onto his bed. Forget food and taking a shower, he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open.
But a job was a job, and this one in particular was an especially well-paying job for someone new to the workforce. Maybe Mikasa and Armin made the smarter choice, going to college, but he wasn't much of an intellectual himself. He had thought he had found a fairly easy one that paid well, but...
Taking Rivaille's clothes to the dry-cleaners, carrying 15-ton papers down to the other offices, handing all 200 flyers (unless he wanted his pay docked), running stupid errands all over the city...
And then there were the more... Mentally taxing parts of the job, like how damn good his boss looked without a shirt and how he couldn't seem to get that image out of his brain. Something about his face too, the way that all of his features were as well-defined as his muscles.
Rolling over with a groan, Eren shoved his face into a pillow. Those weren't the kind of things you were supposed to be thinking about your boss.
But then again, as long as no one knew it was probably fine, right? He creeped his hand under the waistline of his pants. Better to relieve these things at home-
Suddenly his phone went off from inside his pocket. Eren jerked his hand out of his pants so fast that it smacked his headboard. Talk about a cockblock. Hissing, he rubbed the place where it bounced off before reaching for his phone.
"Going to need you to come to the office tomorrow early. We've got a big promotion. Complain and I'll dock your pay 5 dollars."
He groaned. He didn't recognize the number, but it didn't take a genius to figure out who it was from. Saving the number as "Rivaille", he set it to silent and tossed it on his nightstand.
"Ugh, whatever." Sleep now, figure out other things later.
A/N: who named this travel agency i mean geez what a terrible name
OKAY I KNOW THIS KIND OF HAS A SLOW START BUT I tried to make it more interesting. It'll pick up though, with more romance I swear. Chapter 1 is always the most boring chapter though, right?
I had so many people ask me to make this into a full fic! You guys really surprise me sometimes. Hope all of you enjoy!