His Little Brat. {Levi x Reader}

Lost and Found. (Professer!Levi x Student!Reader)

-Thank you @le_mazzy for giving me this plot idea, I love you bbg. Anyway, enjoy!-

The air blasts straight through your jacket as the wind assaults you mercilessly. But you still feel strangely heated from the drinks you've had earlier. Your cheeks flush with a pink hue and you struggle to walk towards the only safe place you knew. The area is eery, it always have been that way. But the bar is illuminated, so brightly that even a blindly drunk person could make their way over for another round. You remember thinking that you were just so clever, and that you'd never lay a hand on alcohol or cigarettes. But as life happens, it fucks you over. You begin to understand why people do the things they do, even if it means shortening your life span drastically. Maybe that's exactly why they pursue such a destructive lifestyle.

There are a few people inside, and you almost breathe a sigh of relief as you plop down at the drinks counter. You murmur your order almost incoherently, but the bar attender must've been used to slurred conversations. He quickly sets out to prepare your drink. Your ears are numb from the cold, and it hears the muffled conversations and ice-clicking from the other customers around you. When your order is handed to you, you wrap your fingers around the chilled cup before taking large gulps as if it were water. The substance stings as it travels down your throat, but you've grown to like the feeling and taste. People around you have been urging you to come to terms with your addiction, but you respond the same way every single time. After all, it's your life right? Who cares about what you decide to do with such a useless one.

After sitting for a bit, you pay your bill and stumble out on to the cold street once again. This time you almost smack straight into the dirty ground, but you manage to hold yourself up for a little while longer as you stagger dangerously. You run smack into a hard chest in the process, and you look up groggily to see a man with a scowl making its way on his face. You don't blame him, you probably reeked of alcohol. However, instead of moving aside like the good person you are, you stand your ground. You don't like the way he's looking at you, he shows such silent contempt and disapproval.

"What are you looking at?" you spit out a retort, expecting him to back off immediately. "Never seen a woman drink before?"

"Mph. A girl classifying herself as a woman." he grouches rather intimidatingly. "Don't flatter yourself."

  You are dumbfounded. You don't even get the chance to fire back when he shoulder-checks you  on his way. He may be on the shorter spectrum of the height scale, but he surely does pack a punch. Your body almost plummets straight into the ground from the amount of force he exerted on pushing you away from his proximity. Luckily enough for you, you catch your balance just in time to swivel around and let a whole train of profanity depart from your lips. With a small and unsatisfied pout, you turn around towards the maze of alleyways. Maybe it really was about time to head home. The thought of walking through these dark areas alone does send shivers up your spine, but this is the quickest route back to your dorm and you have class in a few hours.

  Instant regret fills your whole entire body as you spot the mysterious figures leaning against the dirty concrete walls. Even if you screamed, the sounds wouldn't even travel a mile through the condensed walls surrounding you. You can't really make out what they look like, but as they emerge to reveal themselves to the flickering light, you almost let out an audible whimper. They all were about two heads taller than you, and obviously bigger. On just a flick of a heavily tattooed hand, three tough-looking men step forward with their hands preying out instantly. One of them grabs at your handbag, and maybe it was a mistake to lash out and try to resist. With a single backhand slap, you are sent sprawling into the dirty ground as the familiar coppery taste fills your mouth almost instantly.

"What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?" A calm voice echoes through the confined space. "You must feel real good stealing from a helpless girl that can't fight back."

"Who the hell are you?" one of them scoffs before turning to you with such a distasteful sneer on his face. "You his girl or somethin'?"

"Like hell," you struggle to get back on your feet before scrambling for your scattered contents. "You got what you want, so just fuck off."

  You make sure to sound tough and unwavering, but your insides feel like it's been scrambled and cooked over broiling lava. Your arm bumps straight into the shorter man's shoulder, you make sure to make it clear that you don't appreciate him butting into your troubles with a hard glare. Despite your cheek already starting to throb with prickling heat, the pain seems to only resonate within your heart. With your shoes digging into your shins and rubbing them raw, you bite back the pain. Your shaky hands pull out your apartment key and you are careful enough not to wake up the guards that are supposed to make sure students don't break the curfew rules. Even with alcohol in your system, you sneak back in without any difficulty. After all, sneaking OUT without getting caught has become a speciality of yours. Smeared make-up long forgotten on your face, you practically collapse into your bed before shutting the entire world out to a combination of dreams and darkness.

  If it wasn't for your unforgiving alarm clock, you wouldn't have made it up in time for your morning class. You have to admit, it seemed tempting to just sleep in with such a massive hangover lingering at the tip of your mind. But even a lost case like you had motives, and that was to get out of school and make use of your life. That is, if you survive your roaring twenties first. You take a quick shower to rid yourself of any emotions and thoughts of the other night. Washing away your sins was a shitty thing, having to deal with the physical drawbacks became yet another one. Dark bags circled around your eyes dauntingly, and your mouth felt like a sandpaper collection. You almost let out a loud groan as you plop down on your seat whilst waiting for your usual professor to arrive and drone on about boring things.

"Alright, settle down please." A painfully familiar tone echoes around the lecture hall and your peer through your folded arms to almost let out a wheezing gasp. 

  At that very moment, he locks eyes with you and his face lights up with recognition before dipping back to his expression of professionalism. His well built arm reaches back to his pocket before he pulls out a tattered wallet that was stolen from you hours ago, balancing it between two slender fingers.

"If any of you have lost this, please come to me after class to retrieve it." he murmurs softly before flipping through the textbook with expertise.  "(Your Professor's Name) is absent today, so I'll be covering your (Your Major Name) class. Flip to page 412, please."