Attack On Titan Oneshots [mostly au] {requests closed!}

﹝Teacher!Levi x Student!Reader AU ﹞

I Think

Requested by TheOneAndOnlyPhoebe

So I started watching Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, and I love it. I was watching that while writing this so its very loosely based off the plot. So you're not working as a manga editor. And I feel like Levi is OOC, but then again it's an AU so he doesn't have to act so uptight. He even smiles in the anime so he can smile here, in fanfiction.

I'm just going to start off by saying I know nothing about college literature. Okay? Okay. So the beginning is probably going to be really shitty. But I tried.

Also (I swear this is the last thing), (nickname) refers to something you called yourself around Levi.

This is really slow moving btw (I lied this is the last thing)

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•your pov•

The first thing I see when I wake up is the rising sun peeking through the curtains of my still-in-boxes living room. I push myself up off the floor to actually see all the dull, brown boxes and immediately check to find my phone. It looks to be around 5 am, but I'll still make sure. I find my phone on top of one of the many box towers and it was 5:40.

"I have 3 more hours... Maybe I should go see what I got done yesterday." I lazily weave through the boxes and list off as I go.

"The bathroom is done, and so are the guest rooms. The workroom is almost finished as is the living room. The master bedroom and the terrace are also done. So that only leaves the living room and workroom." I don't have enough time to start unpacking now, so I'll waste the rest of the time I have left getting dressed and sitting on the terrace.

I pick out a slightly over sized (f/c) button up shirt and black jeans with (f/c) vans, walking out of my room to the exceedingly large bathroom. Living in a penthouse has its pros as well as its cons, like the fact I'm going to have to put curtains on five, 15 feet windows. And that's only in the living room.

•timeskip•

"Your late." My new literature teacher states obviously, and I knew that we wouldn't get along.

"I'm sorry, sir." I scan the room to find any empty seats. I find one... in the front of the classroom. I reluctantly sit down and the teacher starts to speak again.

"You," he pointed towards me," are going to stay after class to clean the boards."

'I'm going to go home, that's what I'll do.'

"Sure...," I mumble under my breath and the class continues on.

"I'm Levi Ackerman, and I don't really care what you call me. I'll be the literature teacher. Since you were late," he lazily points a finger at me," Introduce yourself first." I let out a short breath of irritation and silently hoed he didn't hear it.

"(Y/n) (l/n)." Now I can hear small whispers, whether or not they are directed at me is something I don't really want to find out. But they are quickly silenced as Levi glares at the students.

'That's pretty unprofessional if you ask me.'

"We're starting off with something basic. How many sonnets did Shakespeare write?" Sparse hands slowly raise to answer the question, but I'm one of them.

"(Y/n)." I sigh, agitated at the fact that there were other hands raised and not mine.

"154." Levi sighs, lowly affirming my answer.