One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Teacher! Levi x Deputy Teacher! Reader ~ Fight Me {Modern AU}

 "Kids, take your seats already." The woman stated, making all of the kids take their appointd seats and stare at her in awaiting silence, untils she spoke again. "Mr. Ackerman has unfortunatly caught the flu today, so I'll be teaching you in his place. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), you can call me just (Y/N) or Miss (Y/N), it doesn't matter as long as it's not my full name. Now, I heard that you were practicing your painting skills last time, we're gonna do that again. Everyone take out your paint brushes and canvas."

The woman skillfully made her way through the desks full of enthusiastic and ecstatic little balls full of energy, every once in a while supressing a giggle to bubble in her throat. She witnessed as everyone got out their materials and smiled after getting back behind the teacher's desk, opening the first drawer and looking inside to witness the notes the teacher had been taking about the students.

"Now, we'll go through the routine check and afterwards you'll be okay to continue your paintings."

She opened up the notebook full of notes written in neat cursive hand writing, starting from number one and coninuing onwards.

"Annie." (Y/N) called and looked to see the girl's hand raised in the air. She looked down to check what had been written about the girl in the notebook. "Quiet and nonsociable. Can draw well, though. Not good with grammar, doesn't like painting, more of the graphic type."

"Armin." The boy looked shy enough as (Y/N) witnessed his figure. "Shy, but outstandingly smart, would manipulate you almost perfectly to get what he wants or needs. Kind at soul, quiet, paints well, but can't outline. The brat fucking can't have less than an A it seems."

(Y/N) was quite shocked at the foul language used in the notebook, but it wasn't like she herself wasn't that sassy when around adults instead of children.

"Bertold." The woman looked up at the boy's hand, then her gaze flickered back down to the notebook, her more than curious brain intrigued by the way this teacher's words flowed. "Goddamn big-ass tree. Can draw and paint, is too shy to admit his feelings for blondie at the third roll. Not like he's old enough to date anyway. Bet he'll be over 6 feet one day, that shitty brat." Okay, now this was interesting.

"Connie." "This damn baldie is so stupid, I can't even fucking believe it he made it into middle school. He has potential for becoming a professional idiot one day, though, I'm sure he'll make it." Now this was just rude. (Y/N) couldn't see why had this teacher been so rude to a student even if not directly.

"Eren." The brunette's hand was in the air before (Y/N) could even call his name and the sweet look of determination was all over his face it was overly cute. "Jaeger, suicide bastard, titan boy, that brat has a lot of nicknames going on. He's good at drawing and painting, but seemes like he has only made it clear to everyone that he's expressing anger through his works. Honestly, I think I should've called the anger management until now. This boy may be cute, but he has problems I've never seen a twelve year old hold until now."

"Eld." "Probably one of my favourites. In the art club. Follows orders well, doesn't complain. Is nice and quietly fulfills whatever you tell him to draw. Not bad."

"Frida." "Nice girl, Lenz's bigger sister by a few months. They do look alike. She's not that good at painting as a whole, but she can draw well enough for her years."

And so on until everyone was called. Ilse and Thomas were absent, they had probably called in sick.

In the end, while (Y/N) was sitting behind the desk, reading over and over the descriptions of the kids from Levi Ackerman's notebook, she saw a hand raising itself in the beck of the classroom. When her gaze flickered to the source, she saw Eren Jaeger himself, the so called suicide bastard with his cute emerald eyes, a splatter of forest green paint on his cheek as his desk buddy, Mikasa was currently trying to wipe it off his cheek.

The (h/c) haired woman stood up from her spot behind the teacher's desk and just as she was to round it and go help the boy with whatever problem he had with the painting, the door of the classroom slammed open and in the doorway, leaning on the frame stood someone (Y/N) was able to recognize almost immediatelly from the description her friend, Hanji had given her just this morning.

Raven hair as dishelved as it could be as if he had just gotten out of bed, his nose clearly running and dangerously red, smoky bloodshot eyes with heavy dark bags underneath glaring at her soul, his skin was as pale as the one of a dead man and his clothing clearly showed that he was running to here, because of all those creases on his white shirt, he hadn't even put on a tie, his pants were hanging somewhat crookedly on his thin waist, his shoes were shining despite the fact that he had probably walked in the mud outside with them. That was Levi Ackerman to you.

And the first thing Levi Ackerman told her was: "Move away from the desk, woman, you're not taking my brats."

"Excuse me?" The look on her face wasn't as much the one of bewilderement as it was of offent and challenge and he could clearly sense that without having to be in perfect shape.

"You're excused, now move your ass and get it out of my classroom."

"And who are you to order me around exactly?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest as he straightened out his form slightly and entered the room fully, closing the door behind himself and standing an inch percise under (Y/N)'s form as he spoke.

"I'm the teacher of these brats in the room and the official one at that. Now move your ass. A woman can't teach my students no matter how expirienced she claims she is."

"Excuse you, first see for yourself and then offend me, you rude man." (Y/N)'s hip was cocked to the side, sassy pose on point as the manner of her speaking simply told a whole new story of her confidence.

"And how are you gonna show me exactly, cocky woman?" The raven glared again, scowl set tight on his face as the kids just observed the two teachers snarl at each other.

"Fight me and you'll see." She challenged and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, sure and then I'll go drink some tea with my unicorn plushie back at home after you win." The statement was overflowing with sarcasm but (Y/N) clearly wasn't having it as she huffed, turning her back to the man and rounding the desk fully, then going over to Eren in the back of the classroom with the simple words:

"Then I'm not getting out of this classroom."

"Oh, no you are." Levi got to her before she could register what was happening, she was just two desks before her actual destination and all students were kind enough as to keep silence and just observe the common.

"No, I am not." She yanked her hand away from his grasp, then walked over to Eren and leaned close to his height. "Now, what did you call me over for, Eren?" Her once deadly voice was now as sweet as honey as it directed itself at the brunette and he just pointed ahead at his painting, the green of the trees of the illustrated forest was slightly smeared on the canvas, so he was probably calling for (Y/N) to try and find a way to fix it.

"Woman, I'm telling you to get the fuck out of my class." The raven growled from behind her with his raspy voice, but she just ignored him and held out her hand for the brunette boy with the statement:

"I think I can fix that. Give me the paintbrush for a second." Eren handed it to her, but just as she took it, Levi's temper overwhelmed him, causing him to grab her wrist again and making her turn around to face him. Their position was nothing innocent, too, should it be told.

Their bodies being as close as they possibly could, his face was dangerously close to hers, almost nose to nose, her chest was trying to lean her whole figure backwards as to get more distance, but she would litrally step on Eren's desk if she did. She was literally cornered by this strangely attractive, but very snarky man. She wondered if he would actually do more to her than just use harsh words, everyone could do that and in the end he would be the "all bark and no bite" type of guy. She's met a lot of those in her years at the university with her sister, Miki, so she could pinpoint them when they were standing in front of her.

"Listen to me when I talk to you, princess." He growled in her face, anger was evident both in his voice and on his face, but she could literally care less about how much he got his panties in a knot over her ignorance.

"We went from 'woman' to 'princess' quite fast. I should say I am flattered." She flatly pointed out, making him visibly grit his teeth, the angular jaw tightening under her gaze as his eyes narrowed at her.

"Then you'll be even more flattered when we come to the 'shit' one. It's the most charming of them all." He played along, trying to mock her with her own words, but she just waved slightly the hand which wrist he had in his grasp in front of her face and turned her head to the side.

"Not as much as 'asshole' if I have to be honest. Does your flu come with an air freshener by the way? Your comebacks stink so far." She spat casually and a lot of the kids in the room giggled as secretly as possible for someone was actually mocking their teacher.

"And yours smell of roses as much as your fancy-pancy parfume does. Mark 'Slut' been working on new scents recently by any chance?" Somewhere around the room a few "Auuu"s were pronounced, but they all stopped when (Y/N) replied.

"Actually, I don't use parfume, but thanks for having smelled me so you can try and thing of a comeback that has to do with my scent." She giggled and most of the class giggled along with her. "You're an asshole still though."

"I don't take compliments from imbeciles." He stated, making her smile at him.

"And I don't take insults from men under my level. I can literally stomp your pity existence with my foot if I wanted to."

"You'd trip over those shitty things first in the morning rather than make an actual step."

"You're offending my converses, mister. I wear no high heels." The smirk on her face as she said that and he actually looked down at her shoes irked him and he just wanted to pull it off, so he stated sternly:

"We let his go all too far."

"I do agree. And you're not doing well." She cut him off with a fake-pity face and he growled in displease of her childishness.

"I didn't mean that. Get out of my class. Do you want me to drag you outside?" He asked and she stubbornly glared at him with a pout, that in his own opinion was quite cute in its own way.

"You can't but I'd love to see you try."

"Then we're going right now." He stated and started actually dragging her away from the stop they stood at. Did a few desks further down the roll (Y/N) realize that he was actually gonna keep his word.

"Hey, let me go!" She fought with his grip and made him at least stay in place, but never let go fo her wrist. From the fight she was putting up, his vise grip only grew and she could already feel the skin slightly sting underneath his touch. With one last warning, the hand holding the paintbrush rouse and before she could realize her own action---

"Oh, shit."

Forest green paint was all over the man's face, who ever so slowly let og of her wrist and she didn't even care to rub it to soothe the pain or look at it, getting a handkerchief from the near desk and starting to wipe off the smeared paint on his face. "Sorry. I mean, sorry. I didn't really mean to." She mumbled quick and nervous apologies as he stood there, eyes closed and tried to compose himself.

Did this woman just smear paint all over his face?

"No, it's fine." He pried her hands and the handkerchief she was using off his face and reached out for something on Jean's desk that was just withing his hand reach.

"What? Really? I thought you'd be---"

Splash!