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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THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS
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examination hall
the exam hall thrummed with tension, a mix of shuffled papers, creaking chairs, the occasional throat-clearing, and the steady ticking of the clock echoing against the walls. the invigilator, a steely woman with spectacles thick enough to double as bulletproof glass, patrolled the aisles, her heels clicking against the polished gym floor.
you inhaled, grip tightening around your pen. with an actual full night's rest and a hearty english breakfast fortifying your spirit, you were more or less prepared for the religious studies exam.
well, prepared enough.
a hushed whisper drifted from behind.
"psst..(y/n)."
you didn't need to turn around to know exactly which nuisance had just invited disaster. still, against all common sense, you tilted your head back.
jean was leaning forward, looking suspiciously desperate.
"what? do you want to get us kicked out again?"
he winced."i swear, it's not my fault this time. do you have a spare pen?"
"where's yours?"
he jutted his chin toward the back of the room."ask those two menaces."
you pursued his line of sight to where connie and sasha sat, snickering like two convicts who had just pulled off the heist of the century.
"connie took mine first!" sasha stage-whispered, pouting dramatically."tell him to give it back, (y/n)!"
"connie," you warned, voice low.
"it's payback! she stole my ruler in maths!"
a stern ahem made everyone freeze. the invigilator had stopped mid-stride, her icy stare slicing straight through your souls.
you straightened immediately and shoved a spare biro into jean's sweaty palm. usually, marco was the one who resolved these miniature crises, but today? today, it was all on you.
