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," professor lynne concluded, tapping her chalk against the board,"crime statistics are inherently imperfect. the true scope of criminal activity is difficult to quantify, largely because many offences go undetected."
you felt your focus begin to fray.
it wasn't the subject matter—criminology fascinated you—but the professor's almost metronomic delivery had a hypnotic effect. even the most diligent students were susceptible.
"now that we're nearing the end of our fourth topic," she continued, already reaching for a stack of worksheets,"i'll be passing these around. you may work alone, in pairs, or in groups. this will help you gauge what to focus on for the final exam. you have thirty minutes."
the chalk screeched one last time before she stepped away. the orange marker blurred. your thoughts drifted. out the window, toward the courtyard.
towering oak trees stood sentinel beyond the glass, their thick, gnarled branches casting long shadows across the stone paths. the same trees lined the front of his estate; nature conspired to remind you.
it happened two weeks ago. no, thirteen days to be exact.
your gaze slid to the empty seat across from you.
eren's seat.
he hadn't spoken to you since...well, since then. in fact, he hadn't spoken to anyone. not his 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)? hey. (y/n)?"
you blinked, towing yourself out of the daydream at the sound of your name. jean was leaning forward from the chair behind you, a stack of worksheets extended.
