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🍋Teacher Levi x Fem Student Reader: "It's So Wrong"

Hello my children, this one shot is for all those who requested a Teacher Levi x Student Reader, which was fair amount lol. The age and school is very vague so it's more so up to you to determine what grade you're in and what not. Also I hope you're comfortable, cause this one is a tad bit long, but it's all good. The only warnings I have for this is attempted assault, because there is a bit of drunken partying scene for a sec. I hope you all enjoy.

Acronyms:
Y/N: your name
B/F/N: best friends name
B/T: body type
C/S: cup size
S/C: skin color
F/C: favorite color
E/C: eye color
H/C: hair color
H/L: hair length
Y/N/N: your nickname
C/M/N: classmates name
H/W/C: Halloween costume

Have fun

You stared out the window as the rain poured down onto the cold concrete of the street. It was an early October day, mid-afternoon, and you were ignoring a Psychology lecture your teacher Mr. Levi Ackerman was giving. Not intentionally so to speak, it was more so because your mind was in a whole other world. You thought about the upcoming holiday and how were gonna spend it, what you were going to wear and who you were going to hang out with. a shiver went up your spine as B/F/N gently shook you back to reality before Mr. Ackermen could. Your attention moved back to the whiteboard as he had some bullet points discussing major plot points from the textbook's chapter written down. The chapter was on the psychology of criminals and how a criminal is made, you refer to your notes to refresh your memory of what was being discussed at that moment. This wasn't the first class you've had with Mr. Ackerman in your educational career, you took his English and History class in the past, but found you had a better understanding in this particular class than the ones prior. One of your classmates loudly spoke up in hopes of getting your teachers attention, they pretty popular girl who had a mega crush on him,
"Of course," you mumbled gruffly to yourself as you turned your gaze over to your book. You found it childish that girls like her tried to wastes Mr. Ackermans time with silly questions that they've asked many times before just hear here the same answer,
"Yes C/M/N that's exactly what it means," he sighed in annoyance. She and her friends quietly giggled while the rest of the class scoffed. You wrote notes as he continued through the lesson, he called your name to ask for your input on one of the bullet points, you snapped your head away from your notes,
"Well, if it were me interviewing the patient who committed the crime, I would ask about their childhood first. Getting a better look into their past with any past trauma or bad situations they were put in can possibly link a reason as to why they the crime and prior convictions. But I wouldn't use it to justify what they did because a crime is a crime non-the-less, but it may lead way and open up a whole new level of understanding who they are as a person behind their crimes. But that's just how I would go about the situation if I were given the opportunity," you said pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while making a sliver of eye contact with him. His cold, steel grey eyes shifted to your soft E/C ones, causing you to slightly shiver in your seat. He smirked at you,
"That's exactly the answer I was looking for Y/N, well done," he said in his stoic tone. You smiled in response and immediately snapped your head back down to your notes blushing a deep rose red. B/F/N nudged your shoulder lightly giving you the smirk they gave when they thought someone was hitting on you, giving them a look of unbelievability, knowing he was just doing his job. The time came when class ended and you gathered your belongings and were about to head out the door when you heard your teacher speak,
"Y/N, could you stay back for a minute, I need to discuss some things with you." Your heart stopped. B/F/N reassured you to stay back and that they would save you a seat in the cafeteria. Giving them a nod in response you turned in Mr. Ackerman's direction. he motioned you to sit at the desk in front of his, you sat shaking in fear. You respected Mr.Ackerman as a teacher and thought very highly of him, but unfortunately, you were like every other girl who attended his classes, you found him intimidatingly attractive. But unlike the others, you hid it well and didn't find any point in trying to flirt because, first of all, he was your freaking teacher, and second, you didn't feel he would ever be attracted to someone like yourself. You found yourself to be a very average-looking individual with H/L, H/C, a B/T body that you didn't show off too much, and just not putting yourself out there enough to avoid unneeded attention or conflict. You fiddled with your fingers while he sifted through papers and putting them off to the side of his desk before turning his attention to you,
"You wanted to discuss something with me, sir," you asked sheepishly. He flashed his eyes up to you looking over your features before speaking,
"Yes, I did. I was very impressed by your answers to our discussion today. Seeing as your reading your book and taking decent notes throughout the past few weeks. I've been thinking you might be an excellent candidate as a teacher assistant for this and the other psych classes I teach," he said plainly fiddling with his pen as he pulled out a sticky note and wrote something down on it. A shocked expression, as well as a dust of pink, appeared on your face. A teachers aid was something you weren't expecting to be offered with at in any point in your educational career, so this definitely took you by surprise,
"A teacher's aid sir? Are you sure I'm the right person you're looking for to fill a position like that?" A confused expression fell on his face but returned to his natural stoic expression,
"If I didn't think you were capable of filling the position I wouldn't have asked you Y/N. You don't have to accept this offer, I was just thinking you might benefit from it seeing as you clearly know the material and take pride in it," he said crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. Looking down at your hands you thought for a moment, you did enjoy the class to an extent and you understand the material well enough, not to mention being a teacher's aid would look good on a transcript for future opportunities. He tapped his hand on the desk pulling you away from your thoughts, his eyes met with yours, asking for an answer,
"Given that this could be an opportunity I can use towards the future, yes Mr. Ackerman, I will be your teacher's assistant," as the corners of your lips pulled into a smile. His eyes lit up for a split second and a content expression formed,
"Alright, I'll have some notes and points for you to go over in the book for you in a couple of days for Monday's in class, I'll email them to you when I have them written up and ready to go." Getting up from his chair and walking over to you giving you the sticky note with his email address, your hand lightly shaking as you grasped the thin paper, crumpling it accidentally,
"Loosen up a bit Y/N, you can't be like while lecturing with me," he said coldly walking back to his desk. You nodded looking at the paper, his handwriting was so clean and neat you thought to yourself, it was so much different than what he would write on the board during his lesson. You slipped the note into the pocket of pants,
"You're all set to go Y/N. I'll see you in a few days," Mr. Ackerman remarked pulling the papers he adjusted earlier towards him. Jolting up from your seat you made your way to the door, grabbing a hold of the cold doorknob and lightly turning it,
"Have a good day Mr. Ackerman, I'll see you Monday," you say softly to him, giving him a half-smile as you left the room, not seeing the pleasured expression form on his face. You bolted to the bathroom and splashed yourself with some cold water from the sink, taking a deep, ragged breath as you fell to the floor in an anxious state. Your damp face fell into your cold hand as your brain ran rampant,
"Fuck, I'm the assistant of the hottest teacher in this school. I have to give lectures and lessons with him, and I have to try to look like I know what I'm doing in the process," you whispered in fear. It's not that you didn't want to do it, it was the fear of looking unprofessional and unsophisticated in front of Mr. Ackerman, one of the most sophisticated and intelligent teachers in this facility. You let your head lazily fall back against the tiled wall, groaning slightly as it did. It'll be fine you thought to yourself, it's just a learning process and something to help you with your future, nothing more, nothing less. Lifting yourself off the floor and gathered your bearings, looked in the mirror to adjust yourself, and headed out the door to the cafeteria to meet up with B/F/N and explain the upcoming activities.