𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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LEVI ACKERMAN
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music classroom
"pick an instrument of your choice and learn one of the pieces i have here at the front," professor nile dawk elucidated to the class."your performance will contribute to your end-of-term grade, so do your best."
the students burst into action like soldiers responding to a drill, each person gravitating toward an instrument.
you veered to the cool ivory keys of the piano, the bench creaking as you eased yourself onto it.
"everyone's just completely blinded by his stupid good looks. he's a conceited jerk if you ask me," you groused, brushing a finger absently over the smooth surface.
mikasa appeared at your side with a violin nestled under her arm."a conceited jerk who's going out of his way to help you, and drives you home?"
you snorted."he only does that so i'll finish cleaning his place faster and he can get rid of me."
the raven-haired girl's bow slid smoothly across her strings."or maybe...he's taken a liking to you."
you paused, trying to play it cool."ha! yeah right. if that guy liked anything besides his cleaning products, titans would fly. don't be silly, mikasa."
"i'm just saying," she sniggered."he's not exactly friendly with other girls. in fact, i saw him rejecting someone yesterday."
your best friend's observation suddenly disturbed you more than you cared to admit. mikasa wasn't one to speculate without reason. she was observant and logical; so if she thought levi was letting his guard down, then maybe—no way. there was just no way.
"so what?" you scowled to cover it up."that doesn't mean anything! he's just...picky, that's all."
mikasa tilted her head, studying you closely as though analysing an opponent. then, she gasped quietly in disbelief."don't tell me—you've started falling for him?"
your chair screeched against the floor as you shot upright, startled by the impulsive accusation.
"what?! me? fall for that uptight clean freak? no way." you stuffed your music sheets in front of you like a shield."he's not even my type!"
