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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TEA FOR TWO
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teegschwender
it felt like your bad leg had given out beneath you again, except the ache wasn't physical—it was the shock of seeing him. the one person who could make everything around you fade into irrelevance with the snap of his fingers.
levi ackerman. in your café.
"levi?!"
the pitch of your voice came out higher than intended, betraying the fit of madness threatening to come loose. this couldn't be real. this couldn't be happening.
no one from school knew about this job, except for your best friends.
this place, this café, was your sanctuary, your secret. it was where you left behind the carefully constructed image you carried at trost private.
the students there? they didn't have to fight for their place. their last names carried legacies; their futures were cushioned by trust funds and alumni connections. you, on the other hand, were the outlier. your scholarship had been hard-won, the result of relentless late nights and sacrifices. and now, standing there, in front of levi ackerman—faculty member, president of the student council, no less—you felt the foundations of that act quake.
if word got out, it wouldn't just be shameful. no, you would become a laughing stock—the poor girl playing pretend.
and the administration? they wouldn't care about your circumstances. working a job was against the rules, a supposed distraction from your commitment to the school. expulsion wasn't just a possibility; it was a certainty.
you gripped your order pad tighter, but even the solidity of the rubber couldn't stop the tremors that crossed you.
why him? why did he have to be here? of all places. desperation nipped at you, grasping for an explanation, a justification that made sense.
maybe he was lost. maybe he stumbled in by accident. maybe this was some bizarre coincidence. but none of those reasons made sense, not when he sat there with that infuriating, self-assured repose like he'd planned this.
