Reader x Levi - Mr. Ackerman P5

Reader x Levi – Mr. Ackerman P5


Warning for language/mature&suggesting themes and really long blocky paragraphs






It’s been about a month since Levi showed up to school with cuts and bruises. He’s healing pretty well but the cut on the side of his mouth refuses to cover itself. You start to think that he picks at it with his teeth when he bites his lips.

         This week is the week you are dreading. Spirit Week. Each day has been assigned a theme and students were encouraged to dress up accordingly and so were teachers. Monday was favourite hero day. You decided to dress as your favourite heroine. Tuesday required you to pull out that hideous red velvet skirt from the nineties and pair it with a white blouse for the stupid ‘Love Someone’ theme. Wednesday’s outfit was a last minute borrowing of a graphic shirt from your niece (who was an early bloomer). You had never seen the anime, but you assumed it was good because of all the compliments you received. Friday was simply spirit day and not only day of the homecoming game, but day of the talent show and the after school club booth gathering.

         You try to pull the plaid skirt down further, but it does not budge. Perhaps it is time to start visiting the gym again and lay off some of the sweets from the cafeteria. This outfit is completely and utterly ridiculous. Why you bother to torture yourself by wearing your old high school uniform? Today is school wide Throwback Thursday. You’ve given up with the button down shirt, you don’t even bother with the matching hair clips, and you despise the jacket.

         At least Levi agreed to wear his old S. Corps High School (yes it was that old of a private school) and endure the pain with you. From there, other professors and even Erwin agreed to come dressed in their old memories.

         Tugging at the skirt once more, you decide that you cannot do anything more for the outfit, and continue outside to your car. Unlike all the other days of the week, today, the weather proved less than agreeable. Clouds covered the blue of the sky and the sun did not peek through. Sighing in dismay, you hold your hand out and feel as tiny drops of water pitter patter from the grey.

         Now people will be squeaking on my classroom floor, you think as you rush for your car.






A laugh bursts through your promise not to make a peep about Levi’s outfit. It’s certainly an outdated uniform, but it does resemble what students now would wear on a regular day.

         “Are the glasses part of the get up? It makes you look rather nerdy,” you comment, offering him a smile to counter his sneer.

         Levi wears a collared white shirt with a faded yellow vest (with the school’s emblem on the right breast), a pair of black trousers (he could not find his khaki pants), and some fancy leather shoes. Together with his shorter stature, he looked almost like a senior student.

         “Is the revealing shirt, slutty skirt, and knee high socks part of the get up? Because it makes you look more like a prostitute than an elite school teacher,” he snaps back while throwing the glasses onto the table of the library.

         You tilt your head to the side. “I should slap you.”

         “Excuse me?”

         “I should slap you for that remark. In no way was I violating your sexual appeal, therefore you had no right to say something so vile in response! What if a student heard you?”

         You take your leave before Levi can say anything else.

         He lingers behind, staring straight ahead, both at something and at nothing, wishing he had kept his mouth shut.






You refused to speak to Levi for the rest of the day unless absolutely necessary. He attempted to sit next to you during the lunch period (yes teachers eat in the cafeteria at the same time as students), but you claimed to be done eating and left him alone with Oluo, one of the other teachers at the table. He wanted to a you a question about uniform, but you claimed you did not know and let your students answer for you. He stepped into your room, but you made it as if you were packing up to leave.

         Everything made you feel the slightest big guilty, but he needed to understand that what he said what not alright.

         At home, you grade through some assignments and find that the headache residing in your head is a particularly strong one, leading you to wish to rest for a while. Sitting in bed, you open your computer and do a little research on appropriate makeup for tomorrow’s spirit day.

         The sound of your phone ringing wakes you from nearly dozing off in the middle of the evening. The caller ID is Levi and you are tempted not to answer. You let it ring out completely. He does not leave a voicemail. Nor does he text you. Instead, he calls again. Once again, you want to let it ring out completely, but then you worry.

         Without thinking, you answer the phone before the last ring. “Hi?”

         “I need your help, (F/n).”

         “Excuse me?”

         “T-They found me again. It’s worse than last time.” He pauses and breathes heavily for a moment. “Please.”

         You sigh. “Where?”

         “I’ll send you my address. Thank you.”

         You disconnect and wait for his message. Once you know the address, you head to your car and drive over to his house.






The place looks more like an abandoned warehouse than a house. Nonetheless, you hold your phone close and ready to call 911 if anything bad should happen.

         You knock at the door because there is no buzzer. After a few seconds, the door clicks open and you let yourself in. The inside is just as run down as the outside. Moldy wooden planks littered the floor. The plaster of the walls had long caved in. You even think you hear a rat running around on the ground.

         “Levi?”

         There is no immediate answer, but you hear some groaning coming from above.

         You find a staircase that looks safe enough to climb, so you make your way upstairs. When Levi appears from nowhere, you nearly jump from fright.

         “Good gosh, what the heck do you think you’re doing, scaring me like that?”

         He wants to reply, but instead he puts a hand to abdomen and doubles over. You see a large red stain covering his shirt and panic.

         “What happened?” you inquire frantically, trying to help him up.

         “Through there,” he responds, point weakly at what looks at a solid wall. Upon further investigation, you find that there is indeed a small hallway that leads to another room. You help Levi into the loft.

         This loft is very well furnished and looks like someone’s apartment should they be living in a New York  City penthouse. You place him on the table with all your strength and look for something to help him.






Levi had long passed out from blood loss. You don’t understand who would do such a thing to him? Those students that roughed him up in the past? Or newfound enemies. The knife wound was not very deep, but it would take a while to heal properly and he refused going to a hospital.

         Lost in thought, you don’t hear Levi waking up. “(F/n)?” He tries to sit up, but groans in pain upon doing so.

         “Stay down you idiot. Or you’ll open the cut. Why am I the one that tends to you whenever you’re terribly injured?”

         He almost laughs. “I’m sorry about this. I really am. But… thank you. You’re one of the few people I trust.”

         You nod, understanding the meaning of trust between two people. Suddenly, a wave of sleep hits you and you yawn.

         Levi tips his head over to look at you. “You should stay. It’s too late to go back now.”

         Your first instinct is to decline, but then you nod. “Alright.”

         “Take my bed. I won’t be moving from here in a while.” He chuckles before wincing in pain.

         The bed looks very inviting: it sits on a raised platform and has sheer curtains hanging around it. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly in sleeping material clothes.”

         “Grab something from that drawer over there. I won’t look while you change.”
         
         You slip off your shoes and pick a random shirt from the neatly folded selection. It is the graphic shirt Levi wore the other day. Tilting your head back to look at Levi, you see that his breathing has slowed down and he has probably fallen asleep. Though you would never change in a man house, you trusted him.

         Once changed into the surprisingly long shirt, you crawl into his magnificent bed and drift off into the world of dreams. Levi however, was not asleep as you thought.

         He sits up slowly and hops off the table after about twenty minutes to make sure you have fallen asleep. Walking around the bed and to the other side, he slips past the covers and lies down slowly next to you. Levi watches in silence as your eyelids twitch in your sleep. His gaze follows down your nose and rolls over your lips. How peaceful you look. How fragile you seem. How beautiful you are.

         Levi smiles slightly and grazes the back of his hand against your cheek. When you jerk slightly, he pulls back and a memory slaps him hard into reality.

         Why do you remind me of her? I’ve tried for so long to forget about her. But then you have to show up. Don’t leave like she did. Please.

         A single tear threatens to fall, but he is taken by surprise when you move your arm to his chest in your sleep. He chuckles at the thought that you are mistaking him for a pillow.

         I’ll protect you, (F/n). I’ll protect you like I should have her. Alright?