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Highschool AU

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“Good morning Levi!!” Hanji cheerfully [as well as annoyingly] greets into his ear, “How are you?!”

            “I don’t need to answer that,” he replies apathetically, gaze not on the eccentric brunette babbling nonsense beside him, but on another girl chatting with her friends in line for slop-like cafeteria food. Unconsciously, he slips his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket and fingers the slightly rough material of the red ribbon attached to a small box of chocolates.

            “Ohoho, it’s time to tease you, I see!” Bringing her glasses closer to the bridge of her nose, there is a smirk that forms on her lips, a smirk that scares the living daylights out of students watching their interaction. “Huhuhu~ still in love, huh?”

            “Oh shut up, will you?” he winces, baring white teeth at Hanji, “Don’t say a fucking thing about her unless you want to have your head bashed into one of the men’s urinals.”

            “Hah! As if you could ever do that,” she answers smugly. “Anyway, you plannin’ on givin’ that box o’ chocolates today? It’s been a week, you know.”

            “Damn your observing skills. But yes, I do plan on giving these to her later.” He breathes a sigh. “You better not spoil anything. I know you two are close.”

            “Well, of course you do, you stalk her, like, 24/7.” Hanji releases an ostentatious, boisterous laugh.

            “Shut your fucking—“ he tenses when his eyes meet gentle (color) hues. Mouth snapping shut, he presses his tongue into the side of his cheek when the girl offers him a bright smile. “Damn.”

            “Ohoho, here we go!”

            “I told you to shut it!” he hisses, fiercely glaring at the guffawing science major. Unknowingly, his ashen hues turn to (Name) and fill with disdain when a frown pulls at her lips.

            “Well, I have a class to get to! Good luck with your shit~!”

            Hanji stands, brown hair bouncing as she skips out of the cafeteria. He glares at her retreating figure before turning back to the line for food, eyes quickly scanning multiple faces, searching for kind hues that sent his heart into an explosive frenzy. His brows furrow a little when he doesn’t find her face in the crowd.

            Where is she?

            A euphonious voice fills his ears.

            It had been years since he’d last flinched at the sound of someone’s voice.

            “Looking for me?”

            Feigning boredom, he casts his gaze over to the girl who had charmed his heart into performing the waltz every time he felt her presence. She sits on the metal seat opposite to his.

            Despite giving the appearance of indifference, (Name), being extremely [and sometimes annoyingly] observant, notices the gradual enlargement of his pupils.

            “Why would you think that?”

            She was also able to descry a change in the tone of his voice. It sounded lighter, softer, warm, even. She could describe his baritone voice as a steaming cup of tea while sitting on her purple couch, watching rain pelt one of her windows. Relaxation eases its way into her shoulders.

            But he was being slightly gruff, she had to admit that. Either way, she couldn’t help but admire how casual he could be around someone he held affection for.

            Then again, she was as casual with him as he was with her.

            “Dunno. I was in line earlier, and you were staring at me for… what, five minutes?”

            “Don’t say a word, you egocentric girl.”

            “Whatever you say.”

            He begins his daily observations of how she eats. In his head, he kept a list of things she did before and when eating.

            Is that weird? He asks himself. No. I’ve been doing this for years.

            First, she’d flash him a delighted smile (just to be sitting with him, though they sat with each other every lunch and recess) and hold her delicate hands out for him to take. Then she’d bow her head, fingers between the cracks in his, and mumble a short prayer. And despite having done this many times, he could never help but focus his intense gaze on the girl instead of the table while lowering his head. He could never help but feel disappointment when she retracted her hands.

            Next thing she’d do was an action he found odd. She’d grab her spoon in one hand, but in the way an anime star would do it. All cutesy and smiley and so fucking adorable. Then she’d do the same thing with her fork and begin eating.

            That was it. But he found everything she did, as he put it earlier, so fucking adorable. Never before had he used the toxic, filthy word adorable until she came along.

            “Why do you always stare at me while I eat?”

            “Why do you think?”

            “You should admit it. Not me.”

            “Well, not to feed your humongous ego, but you are weirdly cute. But you’re really fucking slow at eating. Hurry up so I can give you your dessert.”

            “What?”

            Calling her cute was a norm among them, so she couldn’t be talking about the part where he called her such a thing.

            “Are you deaf? I told you to hurry up so I could give you dessert.”

            “Uh huh.”

            His gaze darkens at the smirk quirking her lips.

            “Is it because it’s Valentine’s?”

            “No.” He looks away, faint embarrassment glistening in his eyes and shining on his flushed cheeks. He brings the back of his fist to his lips, flustered.

            “Aww, it is! Shall we go outside so you could properly declare your undying love for me?” (Name) teases, enjoying how violently his leg jiggled from under the table.

            “Be quiet.”

            “I’ll only accept the chocolates outside,” she coos, emphatically voicing outside.

            “Fine.”

            He rises from his seat and walks outside, ignoring the heat of the blazing sun on his pale skin. Adrenaline aggressively flows through his veins.

            And when she steps outside, all his aggressiveness bursts out. Instead of gently offering it to (Name), like he had planned to do, he shoves the box into her chest, not bothering to check if she had caught it before speed-walking his panicking ass away from her. He was so close to getting away.

            But then, he feels warmth all over.

            “Thank you, Levi!!”

            He can hear her incredibly radiant smile.

            He can feel her soft hair brushing his neck, her exhales on his ear.

            He can feel arms encircling his figure.

            Ah, so this is love.

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Highschool AU

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“Good morning Levi!!” Hanji cheerfully [as well as annoyingly] greets into his ear, “How are you?!”

            “I don’t need to answer that,” he replies apathetically, gaze not on the eccentric brunette babbling nonsense beside him, but on another girl chatting with her friends in line for slop-like cafeteria food. Unconsciously, he slips his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket and fingers the slightly rough material of the red ribbon attached to a small box of chocolates.

            “Ohoho, it’s time to tease you, I see!” Bringing her glasses closer to the bridge of her nose, there is a smirk that forms on her lips, a smirk that scares the living daylights out of students watching their interaction. “Huhuhu~ still in love, huh?”

            “Oh shut up, will you?” he winces, baring white teeth at Hanji, “Don’t say a fucking thing about her unless you want to have your head bashed into one of the men’s urinals.”

            “Hah! As if you could ever do that,” she answers smugly. “Anyway, you plannin’ on givin’ that box o’ chocolates today? It’s been a week, you know.”

            “Damn your observing skills. But yes, I do plan on giving these to her later.” He breathes a sigh. “You better not spoil anything. I know you two are close.”

            “Well, of course you do, you stalk her, like, 24/7.” Hanji releases an ostentatious, boisterous laugh.

            “Shut your fucking—“ he tenses when his eyes meet gentle (color) hues. Mouth snapping shut, he presses his tongue into the side of his cheek when the girl offers him a bright smile. “Damn.”

            “Ohoho, here we go!”

            “I told you to shut it!” he hisses, fiercely glaring at the guffawing science major. Unknowingly, his ashen hues turn to (Name) and fill with disdain when a frown pulls at her lips.

            “Well, I have a class to get to! Good luck with your shit~!”

            Hanji stands, brown hair bouncing as she skips out of the cafeteria. He glares at her retreating figure before turning back to the line for food, eyes quickly scanning multiple faces, searching for kind hues that sent his heart into an explosive frenzy. His brows furrow a little when he doesn’t find her face in the crowd.

            Where is she?

            A euphonious voice fills his ears.

            It had been years since he’d last flinched at the sound of someone’s voice.

            “Looking for me?”

            Feigning boredom, he casts his gaze over to the girl who had charmed his heart into performing the waltz every time he felt her presence. She sits on the metal seat opposite to his.

            Despite giving the appearance of indifference, (Name), being extremely [and sometimes annoyingly] observant, notices the gradual enlargement of his pupils.

            “Why would you think that?”

            She was also able to descry a change in the tone of his voice. It sounded lighter, softer, warm, even. She could describe his baritone voice as a steaming cup of tea while sitting on her purple couch, watching rain pelt one of her windows. Relaxation eases its way into her shoulders.

            But he was being slightly gruff, she had to admit that. Either way, she couldn’t help but admire how casual he could be around someone he held affection for.

            Then again, she was as casual with him as he was with her.

            “Dunno. I was in line earlier, and you were staring at me for… what, five minutes?”

            “Don’t say a word, you egocentric girl.”

            “Whatever you say.”

            He begins his daily observations of how she eats. In his head, he kept a list of things she did before and when eating.

            Is that weird? He asks himself. No. I’ve been doing this for years.

            First, she’d flash him a delighted smile (just to be sitting with him, though they sat with each other every lunch and recess) and hold her delicate hands out for him to take. Then she’d bow her head, fingers between the cracks in his, and mumble a short prayer. And despite having done this many times, he could never help but focus his intense gaze on the girl instead of the table while lowering his head. He could never help but feel disappointment when she retracted her hands.

            Next thing she’d do was an action he found odd. She’d grab her spoon in one hand, but in the way an anime star would do it. All cutesy and smiley and so fucking adorable. Then she’d do the same thing with her fork and begin eating.

            That was it. But he found everything she did, as he put it earlier, so fucking adorable. Never before had he used the toxic, filthy word adorable until she came along.

            “Why do you always stare at me while I eat?”

            “Why do you think?”

            “You should admit it. Not me.”

            “Well, not to feed your humongous ego, but you are weirdly cute. But you’re really fucking slow at eating. Hurry up so I can give you your dessert.”

            “What?”

            Calling her cute was a norm among them, so she couldn’t be talking about the part where he called her such a thing.

            “Are you deaf? I told you to hurry up so I could give you dessert.”

            “Uh huh.”

            His gaze darkens at the smirk quirking her lips.

            “Is it because it’s Valentine’s?”

            “No.” He looks away, faint embarrassment glistening in his eyes and shining on his flushed cheeks. He brings the back of his fist to his lips, flustered.

            “Aww, it is! Shall we go outside so you could properly declare your undying love for me?” (Name) teases, enjoying how violently his leg jiggled from under the table.

            “Be quiet.”

            “I’ll only accept the chocolates outside,” she coos, emphatically voicing outside.

            “Fine.”

            He rises from his seat and walks outside, ignoring the heat of the blazing sun on his pale skin. Adrenaline aggressively flows through his veins.

            And when she steps outside, all his aggressiveness bursts out. Instead of gently offering it to (Name), like he had planned to do, he shoves the box into her chest, not bothering to check if she had caught it before speed-walking his panicking ass away from her. He was so close to getting away.

            But then, he feels warmth all over.

            “Thank you, Levi!!”

            He can hear her incredibly radiant smile.

            He can feel her soft hair brushing his neck, her exhales on his ear.

            He can feel arms encircling his figure.

            Ah, so this is love.