進撃の巨人 (Attack on Titan) One-Shots

Art

Teacher!Levi x Student!Reader
Modern AU
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-Your PoV-
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Stupid alarm clock. Who do you think you are? I slammed my hand down onto the snooze button. I hope I break that thing one day. I groggily walk over to the bathroom and start my morning routine.

Do I have time for breakfast? NO! I'M GOING TO BE LATE! I run out the door, forgetting to lock it, and straight to my first class of the day.
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I just barely made it. First class, art. Seriously? Mr. Ackerman first thing is the morning? That should be against the law! I put my hands on knees and catch my breath, blocking the doorway. "Good morning, Mr. Ackerman." I say in between breaths. I make my way to my desk around the middle of the class. "Tch, morning." Why does he do that? Tch, tch, tch. Whatever. "Alright. If everyone is here, let's begin."

"For today, and only today, I'll let you draw or paint whatever you want." I hear a few quiet cheers from around the class. The boy in front of me slowly raises his hand. His name is Armin, I think. "Can we also sculpt?" Sculpture is so hard! I suck at it. Armin was pretty good though. "Sure. You can use anything in the classroom." Mr. Ackerman replied. I'll stick with drawing. I open my sketch pad and begin.

What should I draw? I think the better question is, what can I draw? As much as I love art, I'm not very good at it. At least, I don't think so. I look up to see what other students are doing. Armin's sculpting. That seems obvious. Jean's painting...Mikasa? That's weird. She's not even in art! Jean, why must you be so creepy? "(Y/n), can I borrow a pencil?" Connie asked. Of course he doesn't have one. "Sure. What are you going to draw?" I ask as I hand him a spare pencil. "An epic battle scene! With DRAGONS! And fire!" He yelled causing a few people to look at him. "Keep it down over there, brats!" Mr. Ackerman  scolded. I look at him and see that he's cleaning. With a bandana over his head and mouth. I couldn't help but laugh a little. He sent me a deadly glare. If looks could kill, I'd be long gone. Everyone in this class would be dead. Thanks Mr. Ackerman.

I started drawing a circle. My plan was to draw Mr. Ackerman cleaning. I added the guidelines for the face next. I wanted it to look like he was cleaning the paper. I started sketching the basic shape for his body. Now that I'm looking closely at Mr. Ackerman, I realize that he actually is kinda hot. How have I not realized this before? WHY AM I THINKING THIS? NO! BAD (Y/N)! It's not like he would like me back. I continue sketching until I notice a shadow blocking my light source. I look up and see the inspiration for my drawing glaring at me. "What exactly are you drawing?" He asked, emphasizing the 'you'. "I-I uh, well y-you, Mr. Ackerman." I notice that other students have started to watch the situation. "Why?" Is this a trial? You said anything! "Well y-you did say anything." He glared at me again. I think his eyes are just stuck in a permanent glare. Seriously, he's always glaring. "Tch, better make it look good." Was all he said before walking away. I stare blankly for a few seconds then continue. That was weird.

The bell rung and I wasn't even close to finished. I had gotten the basic features  down but still have to go over them and then erase the guidelines. "(Y/n), after school, come see me." He said before I was forced out of his class.

<<After school>>

I knocked on his door. The door to my possible doom. You know, door and doom are just one letter off. Coincidence? I think not. "Come in." I hear from the other side. I slowly opened the door and walked in. "You wanted to see me Mr. Ackerman?" I ask. He looks up from his paperwork and points to the single chair in front of his desk. Assuming he wants me to sit down there because common sense, I sit down in the rather comfortable chair. "Yes I did." He said placing his pen down and moving his paperwork. He seemed more calm then in class. He's not as harsh. "Mr. Ackerman-" "Please, call me Levi." "Uh, okay. Levi, if this is about my drawing in class-" "Actually it is but don't worry you're not in trouble." Stop cutting me off! He's frustrating me. "I'm not?" Playing the innocent card always works. "Of course not. Just your sketches looked better then most students "master pieces". I would like you to enter that piece in the local art contest." He said putting air quotes on master pieces. I smirk slyly. "You only want me to enter that drawing because it's about you." His eyes widened and a light blush covered his cheeks. "How did you know? I-I mean, that's not true!" He stuttered. I start laughing at his failed attempt to cover. He crossed his arms and gave me a stern look. "Either way, once it's finished I'd like to see it." I nod and stand up. "Is that all?" He also nods and I make my way out of class, still laughing.
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This is terrible. It's rushed and not very good. Anyways, I put a picture of what reader-chan was drawing!
-Ryley ( ；'Д｀)