Disclaimer: I own none of the characters!
Notes: This is for Ereriweek! As a warning, this does include an underage relationship (as Eren is seventeen). Other than that, everyone enjoy!
The clock slowly ticked, mixing with the sound of pen on paper. Mostly Armin's pen on paper because he was the only student who cared about taking notes with only a few minutes left of the semester. Of course the teacher wasn't really teaching either. Levi—Mr. Ackerman—was busy dragging on about college applications and giving a rehearsed speech about keeping grades up for the next semester.
Not that Eren cared about grades. His green eyes were locked on target and his mind was far from school.
Levi Ackerman was everything right in Eren's world. Smart. Attractive. Crude. Lacking the patience to deal with bullshit.
The only thing hindering him from crossing any lines was the fact that Levi was, in fact, his homeroom teacher. At Trost Highschool. And he was a junior about to be a senior. Not to mention Levi was his closest friend's distant cousin.
The cards may have been stacked against him; or maybe it was a sick fate. Either way, Eren dreamily sighed as his mind got creative with lewd thoughts of his 30-something teacher. He bit his lip and adjusted his legs, thinking about being bent over the desk with Levi—Mr. Ackerman—behind him. Or being laid out on the hard surface, covering his mouth with Mr. Ackerman between his legs. Or maybe on his knees, making his teacher moan while the other teachers talked aimlessly outside the room. The possibilities for debauchery were endless and Eren desperately wanted to try them all.
"Alright, with that being said, you little shits enjoy your summer," Mr. Ackerman said, looking at his watch. "I can't ramble on any longer; I'm about to lose my fucking mind."
Everyone laughed, shifting around in their desks to chat with their friends and gather their belongings. Armin frantically looked at his notes, reading over them and asking Mikasa further questions about the SAT.
Eren sighed again, watching his homeroom teacher pick up his bag. Mr. Ackerman was handsome. So handsome. And underneath that grey shirt, Eren could see the clear outline of defined arms—
"Eren," Mikasa said, catching his attention, "did you fall asleep with your eyes open again?"
"N-No!"
Connie leaned over, his tie wrapped around his head. "Thinking about a lady friend?"
Eren flushed, looking away. "Geez, why do you have to be so damn loud, Connie?"
"Ohhhh Jaeger's got himself a girlfriend! Who is it? I bet it's Annie!"
"Connie!"
Mikasa chuckled, picking up her bag and getting to her feet. If Connie had mentioned any other person, Mikasa would have been on him like a bee on honey. And the only reason she didn't even bat an eye was because she had been secretly dating Annie for the past year; something only a select few knew.
"Dude, come on! Just confess already!" Connie pushed. Eren brushed him off, looking up. They had caught the attention of Mr. Ackerman; probably because Connie was now standing in the chair with Reiner trying to get him down.
Eren grinned, his eyes still on Mr. Ackerman. And he was sure, from the little glint in his teacher's eye, that the man was looking his way.
Levi leaned against his car, putting a cigarette to his lips. He lit it, inhaled, and reveled in the sweet nicotine and summer air. School was finally out for the summer which meant no more homework assignments, no more getting up at the asscrack of dawn, no more PTSA meetings and no more vivid green eyes watching his every move.
As if Levi hadn't noticed.
Eren Jaeger was as subtle as a rainbow unicorn shitting out glitter and handing out tax exemption forms. Staying long after class, just to ask stupid questions; prolonged eye-contact and the occasional eye-fuck; the breathy laughs and sighs at everything Levi said. The poor boy was hot for his teacher and Levi wanted to indulge that boy's desires on school property.
Of course he knew better than to deface the school with his sexual prowess. And he also knew that Eren was still in high school. Hell, the boy wasn't even legal yet; he still had another year before he turned eighteen.
Levi inhaled deeply, staring up at the clear sky. Eren made teaching a difficult job and the two-month break, to reconsider his life choices, was needed.
"Mr. Ackerman! You're still here!"
That voice sent a little shiver right down to his groin.
Levi looked over and saw Eren shyly walking over. His hands were in his pockets and he had discarded that uniform shirt, wearing a simple t-shirt with his khaki pants. The kid was fashionably challenged and Levi found it too innocent for someone who looked like him.
Eren bit his lip as he walked closer, a little grin on his face.
"What?" Levi barked, eyeing him all over.
"I just…uh…," Eren muttered, "We uh…I mean—"
"Yes?"
"Waiting for a ride," Eren hummed; Levi appreciated the little innuendo the boy dropped. "Dad is picking me up because my car is in the shop."
That's right. Eren recently wrecked his car. The car his father had bought him because he didn't have a job. Because he was in high school and was probably only making minimum wage, being as young as he was.
"Mikasa isn't taking you home?" Levi asked, knowing the two practically lived together. She may be his cousin but she was definitely closer to Eren.
"No, she's uh…" Eren trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. "She's out shopping with her friend, Annie."
Annie; Mikasa's girlfriend. She had mentioned the blonde girl in passing and it was apparent she wasn't completely out about it. Good on Eren for keeping that secret.
"And your blond friend? The one who's always reading?"
"Armin? Yeah, he has a date with a book. So I'm just hanging out until my old man gets here."
"And you had to come bug me, huh?" Levi said, blowing smoke. Eren shrugged.
"It seemed like the most fun," Eren replied, sticking out a pink tongue that would match the pink tip of—Levi's mind was trailing and fast. He dragged on his cigarette, watching Eren's bright eyes move across his face, to his lips, down a little and back up again.
"What time is he coming to get you?"
Eren looked at his phone and twisted his lips. "Uhhh…I guess…whenever he gets off from work…"
Levi rolled his eyes. "Come on."
"Huh?"
Levi pointed to his car. "Get in. I'll drive you home. I'd almost feel bad letting you sit around here and mope. School's out. No need for you to spend any extra hours on this fucking property."
Eren stood, staring at the car, a little dumbstruck and confused. Levi glared at him from the driver's side of the car.
"Are you getting in or not?"
"Oh yeah! I was just…nothing!" Eren cried, running to the door. He practically jumped into the car and scrambled around to put on his seatbelt. Levi rolled his eyes, sitting down and doing the same.
It certainly wasn't the first time he had given Eren a ride home. Of course when he did the other few times, he was also with Mikasa and occasionally Armin. Eren always sat in the back and those bright eyes would watch him in the mirror. Again, lacking subtlety but filled with genuine admiration. Something Levi hadn't seen in years.
And even now, that admiration was there in Eren's eyes, marked by something a little heavier. Something dark and dangerous and alluring. The boy was giving him bedroom eyes and Levi wanted to have the strength to question his choices; but he also wanted to ignore his moral compass.
Student. Seventeen. Best friend of his cousin. Seventeen. Seventeen.
He started the car and looked away, driving out of the school parking lot.
Levi had made bad decisions before; plenty of times. He still made a few occasionally. But Eren Jaeger would be his worst if he stumbled.
The car rumbled and Eren chuckled, rolling down the window. The wind played with his hair, blowing it in his face, and the sun showed just how bronze his skin was.
Levi breathed in his cigarette, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I really appreciate it, Mr. Ackerman," Eren hummed. "I think I would have ended up walking home."
"Trust me, I know," Levi said. "And you would have gotten yourself ran over, too, as oblivious as you are."
"Awww! You care!"
Levi rolled his eyes at the boy's sarcasm. "I just don't want your dumbass death on my conscience."
"I'll make sure to tell Mikasa how kind you are. It'll earn you some good points with her."
Levi flicked Eren on his head. "You are such a brat, you know that?"
"I know."
They laughed and Eren stuck out that pink tongue again, batting dark lashes in Levi's direction. They threw more harmless insults; played around at stop lights. Eren was grinning ear-to-ear by the time Levi pulled up to his house.
"Here's your stop," Levi said. "It's been a shitty-ass year but this stupid car ride made up for it."
Eren laughed softly. "I think so too. Thank you…Levi." He said the name questioningly, testing the water. Levi let a smile slip onto his lips. He liked the uncertainty, the slight fear.
"You can call me Levi. School's out; I don't give a fuck."
"So does that mean you don't give a fuck about a lot of things? I mean…things you would normally care about but don't now since school is out?"
"What the fuck are you on about, brat? Be clear," Levi snapped. Erens shrugged, looking away.
"Nothing."
"Hm."
Silence filled the car as Eren played with his fingers. Obviously nervous. Obviously not ready to leave the car.
"You know…I'm seventeen now."
The words came out of Eren's mouth like a half-formed thought.
"I know. You're getting old. Next thing you know, you'll need a fucking oxygen tank."
"And you'll be stuck in a nursing home," Eren shot back. "But uhh…I uhh…"
"Yes?"
Eren leaned in without warning, determination written across his flushed cheeks. Levi turned. He had to. He absolutely couldn't let this innocent boy—no matter how much he wanted it—ruin himself. Ruin his future.
The kiss landed on the corner of Levi's mouth. It was sweet and earnest and endearing and genuine and wrong. So wrong but it still set his heart on fire.
"Levi, I—"
"Eren, we can't," Levi whispered. "I know…it's tempting, but we can't."
"Sorry…but…I'm old enough I swear. And I can handle this and I like you and—"
"Eren, you're still seventeen. You're still legally underage here. You're still a student at the school I teach at. And you're Mikasa's friend. There are so many things wrong."
He heard a soft whimper as Eren looked away. Levi felt guilty. The boy was young and rejected.
"I'm sorry sir," Eren whispered. "Please don't think any lower of me."
"I won't—"
"I'll go now."
Levi swallowed, watching Eren pull away. He grabbed his backpack and hastily unlocked the door before Levi could stop him.
"Eren…"
"Have a nice summer, Mr. Ackerman," Eren quickly said, hurrying away.
Guilt swelled in Levi's heart. He wanted Eren and felt guilty for it. He rejected Eren and felt guilty for it. There was no way to win. He was stuck.
Summer was off to a shit start.