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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13c's classroom
annie and ymir's tenacious questions about your so-called love life continued, but you weren't about to let them pressure you into a false confession.
just as you were planning to shut them down with a clever retort, the shrill blare of the fire alarm slashed through the classroom.
relief washed over you, briefly, before chaos swallowed it whole. chairs scraped, students groaned, and the next-door teacher fumbled to usher everyone outside.
you moved with the herd, the truth of the situation setting back in.
time wasn't just passing—it was running out, each second pushing you closer to the inevitable. a harmless white lie to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay had now snowballed into a full-blown catastrophe waiting to happen; a threat to shatter your entire reputation, shrapnel aimed straight at your pride.
what if they found out? every scenario played out in your mind, and none of them ended well.
what if annie started asking questions you couldn't answer, or jean noticed something didn't add up? and ymir—her suspicion was clear in the way she narrowed her eyes when you mentioned him. it was only a matter of time before they'd connect the dots.
by the time the final bell rang, you were snapped out of your restless reflections. you packed up, tossed half-hearted goodbyes over your shoulder, and walked out. but the worry clung to you like a shadow.
street
the bike's tyres screeched against the incline, your legs and lungs burning as the hill grew steeper. but what burned the most was your pride.
hunger gnawed at your stomach, reminding you of how stress had completely obliterated your appetite earlier. now your body was punishing you for it.
and the penalty didn't stop at the front door. the fridge joined in, greeting you with wilted leftovers and milk on the brink of expiration.
