This is Levi and OC, Armin and Eren, Mikasa and Annie. All these characters will get their own chapters eventually.

For the record, Riren is my OTP, so this was kinda weird for me to write.

Also for the record, I hate OC stories too, so if you stop reading it because of that I totally understand.

Sex, alcohol, drugs, PTSD, guns & knives mixed with Levi's sarcastic ass, Eren's idiocracy, Mikasa's blunt honesty and OC's general ditziness. Yeeeah. And then there's Annie.

"Did you hear? Did you?!"

"Hanji, shut the fuck up."

Levi smoothed his bangs over and hid his irritation by taking a sip of black coffee and leafing through a set of graded quizzes. After three years of working with her he still wasn't able to handle her enthusiasm at times.

Petra Ral, the 2nd year health teacher, gave her a sympathetic smile and asked, "Is this about the new Spanish teacher?"

"Yep! The real deal, straight from Spain! I heard he's super qualified and really good looking. I wonder if he'll bring any precious minerals with him." Her eyes widened and sparkled with newfound fire. "Did you know that southern Spain is renowned for rare stones and—"

With a sigh Levi stood up and gathered his things, making his way out the door. It was 7:15 on a Monday, only minutes before class started. Already kids filtered through the first level of lockers and art classes, wasting time on their phones or mobile consoles instead of studying.

His temple throbbed as a couple of freshman watched him pass with awe. Brats, Levi thought, taking another drink of coffee and making his way up the stairs to the second story to his classroom.

Flipping on the florescent bulbs that produced more light than the November morning did, he started his usual routine of sanitizing his desk and writing utensils. His room was simple; a large rectangle with five rows of six desks, a dry erase board and pull down screen with a projector hanging from the ceiling and a single four foot tall bookshelf holding quite a few books written by Fitzgerald, Lewis Carol, Poe, Homer, Shakespeare (although he hated Shakespeare with a passion), and George Orwell.

He realized that his walls were bare in stark contrast to other English teachers, but he was the 12th grade teacher and found that he didn't give a shit. They were 18, too old for motivational posters and shit like that. The only decoration was his board that Hanji posted school announcements and club flyers on.

Many found it hard to believe that Levi was an English teacher of all things; he spoke only when asked or when he deemed it necessary, and when he did he used rough language and ineloquent jokes that only ever seemed to appeal to his sense of humor, crude and twisted as it was.

He watched the minute hand tick down as he went over the agenda for the day and was interrupted by a student knocking at his door.

Levi looked up and clicked his tongue. "Jaeger. What could you possibly need at this time?"

Eren Jaeger, a senior taking his course. At first meeting Levi found he couldn't stand the boy—he had a loud mouth, lacked the ability to think before speaking, and had something of a temper. But as the class went on he found that Jaeger had the most ferocious determination of any student he had ever come into contact with. He may not have been as studious as his friend Armin or as naturally gifted as his adoptive sister Mikasa, but he put a hundred and ten percent into anything and everything he found purpose in. And to be honest, he was a bit entertaining to mess with.

"Mr. Chevalier—"

"I told you brats a thousand times call me Levi."

"Mr. Levi," Eren huffed. "I was…I want to ask for an extended deadline on the paper due today."

"You better have a damn good reason."

It was only when Levi examined him did he see the bruise blooming on his jaw and a small cut on his cheekbone. Eren caught his glare and shook his head.

"Oh—no, no these have nothing to do with it. Horseface and I—anyway, I wanted more time to work on it because," here he got stupidly bashful, "I don't think it's good enough."

"Good enough for what? It's just a book report, brat. Five pages is all you need."

"…I want to submit it to the Scholarly Admissions Office." Levi raised his eyebrows. "It's on my favorite book. Right now its seven pages long, but I'm not finished with it. I want it to be the piece I send in. So it has to be the best I've ever written."

Levi hummed as the morning bell rang and a few students started walking in. "Alright Jaeger, tell you what. You submit what you have and I'll go over it with a fine-toothed comb. Don't cry when I point out every single flaw you write. Also, you'll have to come to my office after school tomorrow and we'll go over what you need to add. If you're late, don't show up or don't focus I'm failing you, got it?"

Eren grinned with a devilish gleam in his teal eyes and thanked him, rushing out the door and bumping a few students out of the way. Levi shook his head and stood, passing back his papers.

"Shut up and listen. Half of you did great. The other half obviously skimmed through Sparknotes and thought they could wing it. So, those of you that got below a C get to write me an essay of 500 words telling me why illiteracy is a negative in our society."

Levi arrived home at his complex, taking the usual elevator up to the fifth floor. He unlocked his door and turned on his lights, taking off his shoes and flipping on all his lights.

He turned on his TV and let his sports jacket fall onto the couch. Walking to his fridge he opened his door and grabbed a water bottle out of the side cart, running an eye over the lunch meat, milk, eggs and few vegetables he had, utterly uninterested in dinner.

He returned to the couch and watched the weather, every now and then looking out his skylight and observing the rosy clouds swirling in the sky.

It was like this. Calm, quiet, routine. It wasn't all boring; he read books, went to movies, and attended the occasional faculty trip to a bar and the like.

At 7:30 he heated up a hot pocket.

At 7:56 he got to work.

At 9:42 Levi tidied up his house and did laundry.

At 10:50 he called it a night and went to bed.