Addictive ~Levi x Reader AU~

Chapter 3: The Professor

I dashed into my English class and slid into an empty seat in the back of the room. I worked to steady my breathing as my peers chattered around me, none of them paying much mind to me. That didn't press me though. I pushed my glasses back up on the bridge of my nose and dug into my bag, pulling out my notebook and pen, preparing myself for class. My classmates' quiet hums echoed around me, but for the first time in all my life, no one knew who I was. I was in a different city far, far away from my prior home. It was liberating. To them, I was a new face and blank slate. And to me, they were new beginnings. Blissful and sweet ignorance.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and sat the weight of my head onto the heel of my hand as I gazed up at the clock. Our professor was already five minutes late. As I scanned the class, no one seemed to care that he or she was running behind schedule. To be honest, it didn't necessarily bother me as much as it confused me. It was only the first day after all. Hmm. Maybe their alarm got them up late too. I snickered to myself.

Just then, the door banged open, slamming against the wall with an audible thud that echoed through the room. The entire class silenced, my own heart strumming in my ears from having been startled by the unnecessary and abrupt action. Our eager and curious gazes fell to the front of the room where a familiar man with black hair and cold eyes stood. He didn't even bother to glance at us as he walked to the chalkboard and wrote neatly onto it. Prof Levi Ackerman. That was all it said. That didn't stop my mouth from hitting the floor though. That jerk is my lit professor?! I mentally wailed. Don't get me wrong, he was easy on the eyes, but a total douche. I was not a happy camper needless to say.

"Alright, brats," he announced coldly, crossing his arms against his chest. "Welcome to Lit 110. As you can blatantly read, I am your professor." He walked to the front row, slamming his foot onto an empty seat, continuing, "You will address me as Professor Ackerman at all times. You are to be on time to each class. If you miss a day, I expect a doctor's note and if you're going to be tardy, then don't even bother showing up that day." He paused briefly, narrowing his eyes, "You are to also keep this room tidy. That means no trash laying around or dirty work areas. Any unexcused absences or filthy work spaces are punishable. Am I clear?"

I could feel all of our gazes become trapped onto him, our expressions most likely dumbfounded. I couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was being serious. There was no way that guy was our professor, just no way. He wasn't pleasant at all and was just plain rude. He even had the nerve to preach about our own tardiness when he himself had been late. He was a hypocrite. And what was it with all those cleanliness restrictions?

Just then, a bald boy in the front row raised his hand and cleared his throat, "Uh. With all due respect professor, you yourself just came to class late."

Hmm. Someone else noticed. I observed.

Levi -I mean, Professor Ackerman's hollow stare fell onto the boy as his eyes narrowed at him, his deep voice rumbling through the air, "What's your name, runt?"

"C-Connie Springer, sir," the bald boy stuttered. "I'm a first year here."

"Springer," Professor Ackerman repeated, dropping his foot back to the floor and slowly shuffling over next to Connie. I could tell Connie was trembling as our instructor glared at him. "First off, never call me sir again."

"Yes sir -I mean Professor Ackerman," Connie stumbled his words nervously.

"Secondly, in regards of my tardiness; it is none of your concern," our professor pressed on. "But just so you're aware, minus today, I am never tardy. My only hold-up today was an idiotic colleague of mine."

"Of course, professor," Connie nodded, dropping his stare to the empty desk at the front of the room. "My mistake. I apologize."

"You're forgiven," Professor Ackerman turned away and returned to the front of the room. "I will be taking attendance now. Say 'here' clearly and loudly when you hear your name."

I watched as he reached down and grabbed a tan folder off his desk. He flipped it open and fished out a piece of paper. I knew it most likely held our names on it. I held my breath, almost terrified of him learning my name. I took another look at our grumpy instructor as he began to read off names. He was as mechanical appearing as the first time I'd seen him. His orbs were cold and emotionless, only glancing up when my fellow classmates answered 'here' when he read off their names. He showed not an ounce of authentic emotion.

"L/N Y/N," he read, glancing up at us.

"Oh. Here," I answered, my nerves bubbling up from my stomach and into my throat.

His steel glare collided with mine, taking my breath away abruptly. It was as if his piercing stare was driving a stake through me, both pinning me to where I sat and stealing the very breath from my lungs. At that moment, time seemed to come to a halt, the noises around me silencing into muffles. I could feel my body tremble, but from a force I couldn't deduce. I felt like a helpless animal on the verge of what I assumed to be death. He narrowed his eyes at me, his death glare intensifying when he marked something in his document and glanced away, continuing on with the next name.

I was almost certain his gaze was capable of killing and I was positive he wanted me dead. At least, that's what it felt like. He finished up roll call and instructed us to open our books to chapter five so we could start class. We all obliged, but all the while, the memory of his murderous glare remained burned into my mind.

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-Noel Ross