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 WORLD IS A CRUEL PLACE
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tw: violence & abuse
mess hall
rejection weighed on you like a wet coat. still, you powered through the rest of your classes with your head held high, the hours blending into one long, grey blur. no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts circled back to the exchange in the locker room.
by the time lunch hit, you rushed into the cafeteria to find petra, historia and mikasa already at your usual table. their chatter died the moment you slid into your seat, three pairs of orbs tracking your every move, expectant.
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"you just let him go?" mikasa pressed, deftly unwrapping her custard dorayaki.
you sighed, shoving your untouched tray aside."what else was i supposed to do? throw myself on my knees and beg?"
the words felt stale in your mouth. you hated how small the question made you feel, even though your friend meant well.
"i'd rather die of embarrassment."
petra nudged one of her signature fruit-filled sandwiches your way, bright colours tempting. you smiled faintly, but waved it off.
"so...what now?" the redhead continued."you can't tell everyone you lied. especially not after homeroom."
"i know," you uttered, trying to sound firmer than your friends' words were making you feel. you rested your chin in your hand, lips quirking into something caught between a smirk and a grimace."don't worry, i'll figure something out."
"he's really heartless. i mean, he rejected you even after he overheard what jean said about you?"
your raking a hand through your champagne-blonde hair in an attempt to shove the knot of feelings back where they belonged.
"can you blame him, though? he barely even knows me."
"maybe you should try speaking to him again," historia recommended, dabbing at her mouth after finishing her takoyaki octopus balls."sit him down and explain the pros and cons of the situation. maybe he just thought it was too awkward."
