Addictive ~Levi x Reader AU~

Chapter 2: Maria Rose University

The soles of my shoes pattered against the concrete as I ran, my breath shallow and heavy with each pant I took. I rounded the corner and halted to catch my breath when I glanced up. My eyes met the view of several tall infrastructures, all roughly three to five stories high and constructed from alabaster cement and different bricks of currant and syrup shades. The buildings were all scattered neatly across from one another, though one larger structure sat across from me. That particular building was much wider than the others but only stood at three stories with a four story tall bell tower in the center of it. All the buildings huddled around a neat and flat courtyard. Patches of lush green grass with thriving trees could be found in three large sections sliced up by winding walking paths. Young adults moseyed about, their low hums quietly chirping through the morning haze as they shuffled off to where they needed to be.

I straightened my posture and used my index finger to properly slide my glasses back up. I breathed in a deep breath and took my first step onto the campus; onto Maria Rose University. No one seemed to pay any mind to me, which was fine. I was a nervous wreck and in a hurry anyhow, so I was content with making my way to my location. I scanned the buildings in search of the Liberal Arts and Literature compound, though my eyes constantly pulled in different directions. There was so much to see and so much to experience. I wanted to take a casual stroll around the campus, but I knew I had no time for that. I had to find the LAL building and quick.

I dug into my pocket and fished out my schedule, seeing if it hailed any clues as to where my destination was. My eyes scanned the words as I became engulfed with concentration when my body collided into another, sending me falling backward, landing promptly on my bum.

"I am so sorry," I started, pushing my glasses back up onto the bridge of my nose.

"Oh, no, no, no, hun," another woman hurried. "It was my fault. Are you okay?"

She helped to pull me to my feet and brushed any dirt off my shoulders. I glanced up at her. She appeared to be about my age, but I could have been wrong. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with two loose chunks falling neatly to the sides of her face, framing her features perfectly. Her big brown eyes were bright, the sincere smile on her face meeting the depth of her stare as a pair of glasses sat soundly on the bridge of her nose. She looked genuinely pleasant...at first.

"Did you get injured?" she asked, turning me around as to search for any wounds.

"Oh, um, no," I answered. "But tha-."

"Well, shoot," she released her grip on my shoulders and snapped her fingers. "Not even a scratch."

I just stared at her, almost appalled by her abrupt shift. And there I thought she was genuinely concerned about my well-being. I began to wonder if she had purposely ran into me and questioned her motives. I didn't have the best track record with trusting people, so I was hesitant.

The woman took a look at me and laughed, slapping my back playfully, "Lighten up there, kid. I didn't mean it like that." She began to pat my head, adding, "I really am sorry about running smack into ya. You came outta nowhere!"

I flinched at her gestures and laughed nervously, "O-oh. Ha, yeah. I knew that. Sorry."

"Eh, don't sweat it," she smiled, resting her hands on her hips. "Name's Hanji Zoë. What's yours?"

"Oh. I'm Y/N L/N," I answered, tightening my grip on my bag's strap.

I won't deny it, I wasn't sure what to say or do. I wasn't an overly social person and nor was I the best at meeting new people. If anything, I was an expert at awkwardly avoiding direct eye-contact and nervously twitching when presented with conflict. I was also a pro at dodging uncomfortable conversations, but apparently, that skill wasn't going to work with the extrovert, Hanji.

"Nice to meet ya," Hanji smiled, shaking my hand. "Are you a first year here?"

"Yeah," I nodded, still anxious.

"Well, welcome to MRU!" she exclaimed, the smile on her face broad and almost too psychotic for my liking.

"T-thanks," I stuttered, scratching the back of my head. "I'm actually looking for the LAL buil-."

"Shitty glasses," a deep voice interrupted, vibrating through the air.

Both Hanji and I turned around to see a dark haired man glaring at us. He stood close, his arms crossed against his chest with an unpleasant scowl written across his face. His dark ebony hair was styled into an undercut, his pasty skin almost glistening in the dim gleam. He wore a white button down dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing his collarbone and the top of his white undershirt. A pair of deep brown slacks hung from his hips, hugging his legs just right as the matching jacket sat flung over one of his shoulders. I won't lie, he was rather attractive, but what really struck me as alluring was his icy cold steel eyes. I could feel them boarding into Hanji and I, taking my breath away.

"Wow. I didn't realize there were two shitty glasses over here," he scoffed, joining us at where we stood.

"Shorty!" Hanji patted his back, causing him to glare at her. "This here is-."

"I don't care," he dismissed Hanji's next word. He turned his glare to me and continued, "Hey, brat. You should be scattering now."

I blinked, dumbfounded by his manners, but hurried, "Well, I-I don't know where the LAL building is, sir."

He narrowed his eyes at me and pointed over at the building with the tower and replied coldly, "It's over there." He turned and began to walk away, adding, "And don't call me sir again. Damn brat. Hanji, ya coming?"

He began to grow further away, but that didn't stop the breeze from driving the scent of his cologne to me. I inhaled the sweet aroma of his aura. He smelled so nice, clean even. Everything from his aftershave to the fabric softener he used on his clothes smelled incredible -like lavender. I wanted to bury my face into him and just inhale him, but I didn't want to be a creep. I was awkward and antisocial, but I wasn't a creep. And even if I was, he was the last person I wanted to creep on.

I shifted my weight and met Hanji's gaze. She was still smiling down at me, her arms crossed against her chest. She glanced in the direction of our vanishing 'friend' and then back at me, her eyes bright.

"Eh, don't worry about Levi," she suggested. "Shorty might not be the sweetest, but he doesn't really mean anything by it."

"Yeah. I'm sure he doesn't," I lied.

"Well," she stretched before slapping my back playfully for a second time, "I'll see ya around, Y/N!"

"See ya," I waved goodbye as I rubbed my shoulder.

Hanji followed in pursuit behind Levi, waving her farewells one more time before vanishing from my vision. With them gone, I turned around and glared at the main building. I breathed in another deep breath and began for my first class, an anxious ball of nerves knotting in my stomach.

**Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoyed chapter two! Decided to make it longer. Next Monday the next chapter will be up, so keep an eye out for that! As always, thank you so much for reading and feel free to leave a comment and/or vote! :)**

-Noel Ross