You swaggered down the hallways of the school, hands stuffed in your pockets. Your shirt was untucked and you were wearing the male's school uniform. People stopped and stared, whispering to their clique members.
You ignored them as you slipped silently into class, sitting at the last row of desks, near the windows. You slung your feet up onto the desk, leaning the chair back on two legs. (E/c) eyes roved around the room, scanning for any possible threats and exits.
Every day was like this. Students staring at the swaggering female as she sauntered through the school, not caring about their opinions. This day, however, would not be like that.
As everyone filed in for class, the teacher walked in. She was a crazy son of a bitch, ranting on about anything and everything. Her name was Hanji. You called her some less flattering names, but she never took the insults. Secretly, you thought she was a good person, though you would rip out her throat if she knew.
Today, however, she did not walk in alone. A male, the size of Edward Elric, stepped in behind her. When Hanji got to her desk, she turned to look at the male.
"Okay, cadets, this fine specimen of human being is Levi. He's a grumpy ass cat that gets pissy if you call him short. So don't. " As she rambled on and on about things you shouldn't do or say with this character, you noticed that he was, indeed, fine. Very fine. Even if he looked as if he was about to murder their professor right there. And then kill all the witnesses for spite.
His hair was a dazzling shade of jet black, styled in an undercut. He, too, wore his shirt untucked and looked like he could handle himself. His eyes where his most compelling feature. A striking shade of steel grey, they glinted in the sunlight, and shone with something that looked a lot like contempt.
Hanji said something along the lines of 'Introduce yourself jackass' as she sat down at her desk. Levi spoke then. "Well, you've already told everyone everything about me, shitty glasses." His voice. Oh gods his voice. It was the most heavenly sound you've ever heard. Deep and sensual, it slipped from his voice box in a low purr, as if he was the sexiest being alive and he knew it. Correction. He was the sexiest being alive and he knew it. He knew he had all the girls wrapped around his slender, nimble fingers.
A growl almost ripped from your throat then, at the revelations you've graced the world. This cocky son of a bitch. He knew the girls loved him, and he kept them drooling. He was insufferable. An insufferable, cocky, mother fucking, sexy basta- wait what? Fuck. You where falling for him. Like in those cliché ass stories and movies. The insecure girl gets the sexy beast of a guy. 'Well here's some news for you, cliché shit. You can go suck it, cause that's not gonna work on me.'
THIS AINT FINISHED. AND IM NOT DEAD. YAY.
