Story of Another Us (Levi Ackerman X Reader) [SEQUEL]

Chapter 7: Training Years

A/N: BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING, this chapter is sort of a little thing that happens during the earlier days of the reader (you) and it's sort of a why she got mad at Jean. It's not because of the Eren-Jean Rivalry (That's one reason but not the main one) but it's because of this. Any of you that like Jean (I'm beginning to think of him as a pretty good character in the series), enjoy. 

"Thank you," she said to the lady who gave out bowls of soup. It had been early evening and it had been five years since she joined Military Training. The Cadets were now eating dinner at the cafeteria. She grabbed a spoon and walked over to a table.

She saw that Armin's table was occupied by another person so she decided to sit somewhere else.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked a blond girl, with her hair tied into a bun, and icy blue eyes, like sharp icicles.

The girl looked over at her before avoiding eye contact again, "Go ahead. I don't mind." Her tone as cold as her eyes.

"T-Thanks," she said as she sat down, "so what's your name?"

"Hm?" The girl grew interested and looked at her.

"The Instructor never really asked you. I hope you don't mind my curiosity."

The girl avoided eye contact yet again, "Annie," she said, "Annie Leonhart."

"That sounds cool," she smiled as she spooned herself some soup.

"What about you? The instructor never asked you either."

"It's (y/n) (l/n)," she held her hand out to Annie, "it's nice to meet you Annie." She smiled.

Annie gave a small gasp and looked the girl's hand. She relaxed her expression. "Same to you I suppose." She said as she shook the girl's hand.

Suddenly a loud noise came from Armin's table. (y/n) turned to look only to see Eren picking a fight with a tall brown haired boy with a horse face. Jean. "Damnit not this again." She muttered under her breath.

"Hey," she said getting up and walking towards the fight, "try and get along will you? I don't want to be the one cleaning up the blood once your fight is over, I bet not one does. Am I correct? Or would you rather I go to the instructor and tell on you?"

Jean gritted his teeth, "Fine."

The bell rang and they went back to their bunkers.

"Hey," someone said from behind her, preventing her from following Mikasa. It was Jean. He caught up to the girl, "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"I'll give you two. Speak."

The boy tensed up, "um...so..I sort of have been looking at you for a while now..."

"Did you think I wouldn't notice? The way you stare is pretty obvious. I can also tell you're crushing on Mikasa, right?"

"Uhh..yeah but... I..um." He stuttered, struggling to get the words out of his mouth.

"Spill it, I can already tell where this is going."

"Really? Am I that obvious?"

"Yeah. Now I'll make this short," she said walking closer, "if you need me to help you confess your love for Mikasa forget it." She immediately walked away.

"Wait!" He grabbed her arm, "Please. My time's not even up yet."

"They tell me what it is that you want?!" She yelled but only loud enough for the both of them to hear.