Unspoken Norms | Levi Ackerman ✔️

Chp 7 ~ Discovered

Fun Fact: In modern highschool AU (exactly this setting), Levi would be in the group of bullies. 

Brace yourselves!

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Your POV

Here we go. School once again.

I yawned as Mrs Archendes babbled on, seemingly to never stop talking and never stop being so boring. I swear that we always had geography—it was always these lessons that I suffered in the most.

My eyes bored holes into the clock above the whiteboard, ticking so excruciatingly slow. Two more minutes until lunch... I could make it. Just survive these seconds.

The bell was music to my ears. Four notes that sung freedom.

As soon as we exited class, our group instinctively went downstairs, opening the doors to the row of silver tables lined under the sycamore maples. Occupying the centre of the yard, the school oval sprawled out in undulating waves of green, interspersed with patches of dirt.

The younger years were already out and about, tossing and kicking balls, mingling around on the grassy plain. Students from the left Academic Building began streaming through the exits, hurriedly claiming tables sheltered by the trees.

It was a race between more than six groups; our most hated opponent was a Year 11 girl group. There were five tables on this side of the field that were under the shade—the rest were exposed to the cruelty of the late summer sun.

Sasha, our representative, charged forward, swinging her bag on the nearest table, moments away from being claimed by a Year 11 girl. Seeing that the year older student was still eyeing the stolen table, Sasha stood onto the aluminium bench, arms flaring. 

"THIS IS OUR TABLE! YOU DON'T WANT TO FACE MY KUNG FU!" she shouted. 

Connie smirked and jumped onto the opposite bench, striking a weird V-like pose; one leg raised, arms lifted, wrists bent. "That's right. We know a lot about kung-fu!"

Sasha moved into a martial arts stance, eyes shooting blades of steel at the girls. The Year 11 group curled their lips in disdain and left, hips swaying back and forth.

The pair of weirdos flopped back down on the benches, where Sasha aggressively attacked her lunch in an almost nightmarish way. I shook my head at the two, but I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips.

Jean wrapped Connie into a headlock, rubbing his shaved head teasingly. "Ah, that's how you do it! Both your kung-fu skills truly scared them off!"

Eren, Mikasa and Armin gathered around the table, while I dropped down my bag. "I'll be back, guys." Everyone nodded, and Jean flashed me a grin.

"Don't die, (Y/N)!"

I began retreating towards the doors, catching the last of the group's conversation.

"Oi Horseface, that's something she should say to you!" Eren chortled, followed by the laughs of Connie and Sasha.

"What was that, twerp? Oh wait, coming from the dumbest moron in our class, I guess that opinion doesn't matter," Jean shot back, earnt with a few more snickers.

I rolled my eyes at their words, soon enclosed by the double doors of the building. 

***

The nearest bathroom was located on the second floor, a few doors down from Room 27—the classroom where we had geography, history, languages and English. Science was in the laboratories, with the maths rooms adjoined. PE made us alternate between the oval and the theory rooms, whilst art and music were in the Creative Arts block. And lastly, food technology was in the student kitchens.

After exiting the toilets, feeling refreshed, I began striding down the corridor when a series of noise sent my feet stopping in their tracks. A guy with a lapis-coloured gaze walked past me, gait all arrogance, but I paid him no heed as I listened to the noise.

"Stop! I'm so sorry! Please stop!" came a sob-stricken voice. Feet stamped and paper rustled; thuds, mocking laughter and tearing sheets clashed to form a distinct cacophony.

I hurriedly retraced my steps, slowing to a stop as the wall turned left. Peering over the edge, I repressed a wince at the sight.

A ginger-haired boy was surrounded by a horde of unwelcoming students; all of them—including the victim—were in my grade. I recognised the boy with an acne-riddled face and lanky limbs, who sat alone in the library at lunchtimes to read. He was very smart, perhaps even rivalling the brains of Levi and Armin.

His hands were splayed at his sides as he witnessed the group of bullies ripping sheets of paper from his books, stamping on the ruined sheets. The gang was undoubtedly part of the popular group, evident in their hubristic smirks and laughs. Most of them were tall, slouching with great insolence.

Except one.

I froze at who was amongst the bunch. Short, cold and disinterested. Intimidating from every direction. Levi crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite wall discretely, bored eyes watching all that unfolded—neither joining nor leaving. 

To think that I started to look at him differently, to see him as something more... Wasn't I wrong. That something about him... he was just a mere bully after all. Cold-hearted and detached, that impassive mask hiding his true self. A bully.

My fists clenched at my sides. This injustice had to stop. If I told the principal about this... I could maybe get them in trouble.

I rose from my bent position, heel turning—

Only to find myself facing the arrogant lapis-eyed boy.