Unspoken Norms | Levi Ackerman ✔️

Chp 2 ~ First Friend?

Fun Fact: Levi's favourite food is rice.

Notice that I used forelocks to describe Jean's hair. 

Second definition for forelock – (of a horse) a tuft of hair above or on the forehead. 

I know right I'm hilarious. On with the story!

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Your POV

Since my brain decided to empty all of its knowledge concerning the school layout, I was immensely glad for the signs pointing arrows to different rooms. 

People streamed through the hallways, the majority being students, creating a blurring pattern of white shirts trimmed in gold, with interchanging navy skirts and pants.

As I turned down another corridor of the labyrinthine complex, panelled windows along the right, doors on the left, I scanned the room numbers plastered beside the silver knobs. Tall lockers were suspended between the entrances, laminate compartments accented with cream-coloured frames. I didn't remember my locker number; however I was certain it was three digits, perhaps 154 or 158? To be honest, it could've been anything.

Resuming my scrutiny over the doors—Room 21, Room 22—I didn't notice the presence in my peripheral vision. Until the stranger cleared his throat. 

"Excuse me, which room are you looking for?"

I jumped at the sudden voice, snapping my head to the right. Narrow hazel eyes met my own, fringed by ashen forelocks styled in an undercut. The boy had an oblong face, brows stark against ivory skin which were drawing closely over his eyes as he sighed.

"Sorry, haven't even introduced myself. I'm Jean. Jean Kirschtein," he declared, his voice barely above the noise of the hallway. His lips parted in a grin. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N) (L/N). And I'm looking for Room 27 – it's around the corner, isn't it?" I inquired loudly, giving him a sidelong glance.

Jean rubbed the back of his neck, smile still planted on his face. "Yes. That's actually where I'm heading right now."

I perked up at his words. "Really? That's great; I'll have someone to talk to!"

The ashen-haired boy chuckled. "Wait until you meet our classmates."

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Students began to clear the way as we neared our classroom. Over the chatter of people, we were able to exchange a few conversations, our voices dropping inch by inch as the crowds dwindled.

Jean had started at Eldian High three years ago. He lived in close proximity of the school, so he would walk to and from his house every day.

It turned out he knew the school's layout exceptionally well, giving me detailed information regarding the location of science labs, food tech kitchens, art rooms, etc.

He also told me about some of the students in our class this year—if I could remember correctly, there was Connie, Sasha, Armin, Eren... and some longer name starting with M. 

"...and so yeah," Jean continues, "I hear that our new class will be a handful. Connie's a loudmouth; that's for sure. Sasha only ever pays attention when the topic is bread-related, Eren always gets on my nerves—especially with his bastard talk," Jean rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Armin, however, is the smart one out of the group. Mikasa though..." Aha, that's the name, I thought. A slight blush tinged Jean's cheeks. "She's quiet, but very intelligent."

I felt the corners of my lips tug upward at the boy's reddened face. "Oh I see what's going on..." Jean stiffened, cheeks still flushed. "How long have you liked her for?"

"I-It's not like t-that."

"Sure, sure."

My teasing was earnt with a 'tsk'. Little did I know that someone else would famously use this exclamation.