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 NEW COMER
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13c's classroom
"to summarise, crime statistics are imperfect. this is because the true extent of criminal activity has not been captured. actually, it's difficult to study because there are many people who commit crimes but are never caught."
as professor lynne wrapped up her lecture, you felt your attention slipping. it wasn't that the subject wasn't interesting. it was. but the teacher's steady, almost robotic tempo had a way of coaxing anyone into a daze.
"now that we're nearing the end of our fourth topic," professor lynne taught, tapping her crayon against the blackboard."i'll be sending around a worksheet. you may work alone, in pairs, or groups. this will help you gauge what to focus on for the final exam. you have thirty minutes."
she scrawled a few more lines on the board, the orange marker smearing, and the sentences blurring into one another. the words swam before your eyes, becoming as indistinct as your thoughts that drifted out the window.
outside, the towering oak trees lined the courtyard like sentinels, their thick, knotted branches reminding you of someone.the same trees lined the front of his estate too, as if nature itself was conspiring to remind you of two weeks ago. no, thirteen days to be exact.
your gaze slid to the empty seat opposite you. eren's seat.he hadn't spoken to you since...well, since then. in fact, he hadn't spoken to anyone. not even his closest friends. not even his girlfriend.
meanwhile, your nightmares had begun to recede, but the regrets? those clung to you, waiting under the surface for moments like these to drag you back under.
you wondered how he was doing, even though you shouldn't.
"(y/n)? (y/n)?"
you batted your lids, towing yourself out of the daydream at the sound of your name being called.
jean was seated behind you, holding out a stack of worksheets."here, take one and pass it on."
you did as he asked, handing them to the next table, your own being empty today, its usual three occupants missing.
