One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Boyfriend [Actor! Levi | Actor! Reader | Modern AU!]

He could see your body pressed to the door, your knees wobbled as he took a small breath and stepped closer, making your breath hitch in your throat. He almost smirked because of how innocent you were. But that would've ruined what he was trying to do here, so he didn't.

"You're aware I'm completely capable and given the authorization of helping students that need something, right, Miss (L/N)?"

His voice rang through the room, words cutting the air like knives and making you gulp as your eyes browsed his face quickly. It wasn't like it showed you anything, though.

"I know, Mr. Ackerman, but I don't..." You took a small breath and he discreetly smirked at the pause. "I don't need your help with anything. I'm just a little tired lately, it's a normal thing not to pay enough attention throughout lectures when you don't get enough sleep."

"Why are you distracted then? During the lectures which you have slept nicely before I mean. I'm sure you weren't distracted just to make me annoyed."

"Am I making you annoyed by not paying attention? Isn't that a choice I make?" 

Here it was, your usual fighting nature. You were always nice, stubborn and to top it off you knew what to say and when to say it.

"It is your choice, indeed. Just like the choice you made three years ago when you picked my class. The first two out of three years you were the most perfect student ever. I want to know what happened to you this year, so I can try and make it better if I am able to. Surprisingly enough, in the rest of your classes you're as perfect as you were in mine. It looks like the problem is somewhere here - maybe my way of teaching? What's been distracting you, Miss (L/N)?" 

He didn't go close enough as to make you uncomfortable or unable to avoid looking him in the eye, but he knew the thing he was doing to you was called torture. Slow, perfectly-planned torture. Although he already knew the answers to all of his questions, he wanted to hear you say them.

"... distraction." You mumbled under your breath, making his raise an eyebrow.

Your eyes met his for a second before he turned away from you to glance at the clock on the wall behind his back. You used that short moment to clear your thoughts even though you were more than sure he was doing all of this on purpose.

You sighed.

"Mr. Ackerman, I have no problem with you. Not at all. Not your classes, not the topics, not the teaching, not the assignments, nothing. The problem, you see, is you." 

His eyebrows raised shortly and his face froze in a surprised scowl. He was actually amazed by your level of honesty - as previously mentioned he knew the answer to the question he was asking, but he never expected you to break that easily.

He wondered why you did.

"Why am I a problem for your focus, Miss (L/N)?" 

In that moment he truly wished to corner you - both metaphorically and literally. So he stepped closer. In a second, his hands were on both sides of your face as his face neared yours. He could see fear and hesitation flood your bright orbs as his head tilted to the side in a questioning manner - he waited for the answer to his question patiently.

Now this was a thing he found amusing to the core. 

Waiting for you to pick out the right words from the bunch and put them together in a sentence that regarded his question precisely as to avoid another one was a thing he was going to enjoy witnessing the process of. He could see the gears in your mind push against each other, putting the wrong words in the trashcan of your vocabulary and storing the right ones at the tip of your tongue. The filter between your brain and mouth was worn-out from the tension, just waiting for the words to slip right past its weak defences.