Addictive ~Levi x Reader AU~

Chapter 11: Don't Be Foolish

"Ha! Professor Ackerman totally heard you!" Connie laughed as we all began to gather our things before leaving lit class.

"Oh, shut up already!" Jean growled, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Write a story about a fruit bat. What do fruit bats even do?"

"It's just a story, Jean," Marco grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "It can do anything you want it to."

"Yeah? Well, I'm gonna make it a giant ass fruit bat who flies down and carries Professor Ackerman far away," Jean mumbled as he flung his backpack over his shoulder. "Damn shorty."

I began to chuckle, amused by the trio's bantering. I could visibly tell Jean wasn't thrilled about being caught by Professor Ackerman, but I just couldn't resist my own snickering. It was rather amusing after all. Even someone as intimidating as Jean didn't stand a chance against our lovely instructor. Just like the rest of us, he too cowered and feared the cold Levi Ackerman.

"Ya might wanna be a little more careful with your words," I joked, leaning over to him. "Otherwise he'll hear you again."

The color drained from Jean's face as he glanced between us and Professor Ackerman, who was gathering his materials at the front of the room. I could hear him swallow nervously, as his shaky hand collapsed the strap of his bag. Connie began to cackle again, amused by Jean's behavior. The two finally began to shuffle off behind the rest of the class, Jean avoiding eye contact with Professor Ackerman. Marco and I exchanged glances and began to the front of the room, prepared to leave when someone spoke up.

"Y/N," Professor Ackerman's cold tone vibrated through my ears. "I need a word with you."

I swallowed, nervously glancing at Marco. He was biting his lips nervously, his eyes wide. He was every bit as freaked out as I was, only setting me on edge. Did I do something wrong? Did he hear what I said to Jean? Does he think I was making fun of him? My mind began to jumble itself up with countless questions, making me all that more nervous. I shot Marco one last anxious expression before turning to the instructor.

"Y-yes, Professor Ackerman?" I stuttered, petrified of what was to come.

He glanced up, motioning at the door with his thumb, "You, Bodt, scram."

I turned to see Marco still nervously shifting his weight, smiling, "Oh. I was just going to wait for Y/N so I cou-."

"You'll be late, Bodt," our instructor muttered as he slid a few papers into his briefcase. "Go."

Professor Ackerman said those words not as in a requesting tone, but as a direct order. His smooth voice sliced through the atmosphere, causing Marco's sweet smile to vanish, being replaced with an anxious one. I watched as he nervously glanced at me and smiled before turning away and leaving. I didn't blame him. If I could've, I would have followed him, but I couldn't. I was forced to stay there.

With anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach, I turned to face Professor Ackerman. His arms were crossed against his chest, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up to reveal the throbbing veins in his forearms. His inky locks were styled in their usual undercut, his bangs brushing along his forehead. His expression was as cold as ever, his gray eyes watching Marco as his left. For some bizarre reason, I was almost certain I saw a sliver of...jealousy cross them. I quickly shrugged that idea away and braced myself for whatever was to come.

After what felt like forever, Professor Ackerman finally brought his gaze to me, his expression never changing as he spoke, "Seems like your boyfriend cares a decent amount about you."

I felt my face flush red as I waved my arms in the air dismissively, hurrying, "Marco? Oh, no, no, no! It's not like that. Not like that at all! We're just friends."

I laughed nervously. To be honest, I didn't know why I felt the need to tell Professor Ackerman that. I mean, sure, it was the truth. But did that really matter? He could have thought Marco and I were together for all I cared...but, then why did I clarify the misunderstanding? Why did I feel the need to tell him any of that? Why did it even matter? My mind began to spin when Professor Ackerman shuffled over to the corner of his desk and leaned against it, his arms still crossed. His movements drove the smell of his sweet lavender scent to me. Immediately, I became calm, even with those eyes boarding into me.

"Okay, friend. Whatever he is," Professor Ackerman rolled his eyes, "He seems to care."

I shrugged, "I guess so. I'm not really sure though." I shifted my weight nervously, asking, "But, what did you wanna talk to me about?"

His eyes softened as he shuffled to me, his sweet aroma still flooding my nostrils. He stood so close to me that I could feel his body heat radiate against me, the warmth almost soothing. Those smoky irises boarded deep into mine, stealing the very breath from my lungs. My lips began to quiver as my knees became wobbly, my body trembling. He leaned in closer to me, his hot breath brushing my ears with his steady breathing. My heart raced with every second that ticked by when he finally spoke.

"I have a favor to ask of you," he finally whispered, his breath still tickling my ear.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, balling my hands into fists as I dug my nails into my palms.

I could feel the slight smile in his words, "Would you..."

My heart was racing against my ribs like a madman, doing its utmost best to escape from my chest. My pulse raced through my veins, strumming like a drum in my ears. My breath was shallow, my chest tightening with anxiety. I could feel every cell in my body explode with how close he was, driving me wild. I was confused as to what I was feeling, but I didn't care. I didn't mind feeling that way. I felt alive.

"Would you," he breathed, nearly setting me on the edge, "take some papers to Hanji?"

My heart dropped as all that I'd previously been feeling vanished. My body steadied itself once again as I pushed my glasses upright onto the bridge of my nose. A sliver of disappointment washed over me as the realization hit me. I was an idiot -a fool for even allowing myself to get caught up in whatever that was. I was disappointed in myself.

"Is that all?" I asked, bringing my eyes to his.

I searched and searched those stoic eyes, but I saw nothing. Just the empty coldness I had seen so many times before.

He scratched his chin and nodded, "Yes. Why?"

I shook my head, "No reason."

He turned back to his desk, his sweet aroma lingering behind him and grabbed a packet of paper. I watched as he moved swiftly, his movements fluid and sharp as ever. He turned back to me and passed the packet over, our fingers never brushing against one another as they did in those cheesy love films. Disappointed, I carefully slid the packet into my bag and faced him.

"Thanks," he said sternly. "I would have given them to her myself, but I have business to attend to elsewhere."

I nodded numbly, "Of course. No problem."

He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," I shook my head again, straightening my posture. "Nothing at all."

He narrowed his eyes at me and flashed a crooked grin, "Then why do you look so disappointed? Were you expecting something else?" He crossed his arms against his chest and came close to me, the heels of his shoes knocking on the floor, adding, "Maybe even a...kiss?"

My breath became hitched as I bit my lips, "D-don't be stu-."

"Good," he remarked, returning to his desk. He flung his bag over his shoulder and glanced at me, smirking coldly, "Don't be foolish, Mooi."

**Hello lovelies! Wow, this chapter was longer than expected. Sorry if it seemed rushed. I was kinda struggling with it. I know there's a lot going on in this, but it'll all come together in the end. Anyways, thank you so, so, SO much for reading! Next chapter comes Monday! As always, feel free to leave a comment and/or vote!! :)**

-Noel Ross