A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at fanfiction, please forgive me if it isn't up to par T~T But I hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think!
"Agh!"
A sandwich packed with every type of lunch meat and cheese imaginable, minus one large bite, is abruptly shoved between your eyes and the stack of papers you were focused on.
"Want a bite?" Sasha asks, her voice muffled by the missing bite of the sandwich in her mouth.
You wave your hand, "No thanks. Urgh! Just look at these crumbs!" You exclaim, brushing them off the stack of papers.
"Sor-eee," Sasha replies, taking another bite. "What's up your butt anyway?" She asks.
She was right, you weren't acting yourself, any other day you'd have taken a bite and not given a care about any spilt crumbs. Probably just first day nerves.
You've experienced several first days of school, but this one was a bit different. This was college. It wasn't much different, considering you were not far from home and still hanging around your old high school friends, like Sasha, but something felt off.
"Eh, just nerves I guess," you reply, flipping through the pages. "Who the hell makes a twenty four page long rubric," you sigh. Your new biology teacher, professor Hanji, obviously had a few screws loose. Twenty three and a half of these pages were just her random ramblings on her crackpot studies, and the other half a page was a simple rubric.
She pats your back with a grin, "Hey, don't worry about it! Maybe we should go out for ice cream or something before we head back to the apartment," she had finished up her classes for the day.
You shake your head a bit. "Maybe later on, I've still got.." you shuffle through your disorganized binder, "Physics with Professor Levi."
Sasha snickers, "Ah man, that sucks for you! I heard from Christa that he is a total hardass!" She says, lightly punching your arm. "When do you have him, anyway?"
You flinch at the punch. "I doubt it, Christa is just sensitive," You reply, before looking back at the schedule. "I have him- TWO MINUTES AGO!" You shove everything in your bag haphazardly, and dash in the direction of the F building.
"Have fun!" You hear Sasha call, mockingly.
"Way to start off on the right foot, (name)" You curse yourself silently as you frantically search for room F13. Locating it, you burst through the door.
Around thirty student faces turn to look at you. All of the students dawn business casual attire, neat hair, and good posture. You suddenly feel wildly underdressed in your v-cut (color) t-shirt, shorts, and knee-high socks.
There is a dark haired man standing before the class, not facing you. He is rather short in stature, yet appears to have a well maintained physique. He stands straight, with his hands behind his back.
"I- I'm sorry, I see, to have the wrong cl-"
"(Full Name)," the man standing before the class says without looking at you, in a monotone, yet annoyed voice, "You have the right class." He turns his head to look at you. His sharp grey eyes pierce into you. He does not look amused in the slightest. "You're late."
"I know, I uh, got lost," You lie lamely. "I'm so sorry."
"Just take your seat."
You sit in an open chair next to Eren Yeager, a boy who you had met earlier today in Prof. Hanji's class.
"As I was saying," Professor Levi began, going on about what he expected from the class. The set of rules thing guy had could go on for miles, but above all, he would not tolerate sloppiness, tardiness, or disrespect. You have the feeling he is looking straight at you as he goes over those 3 topics.
Exactly at 4:15, class was dismissed. With the exception of you, that is. "(Last name), please remain in your seat," Professor Levi said as you began to gather your items along with everyone else.
You remained seated as the students file out the door, until only the two of you remain in the silent room.
The silence is broken by his footsteps down the row where you sit. His posture is straight and his hands are behind his back. He stops just before where you sit. Silently, he hands you a rubric from behind his back, this one was just as thick as Hanji's, but filled with actual rules.
"I handed these out at the start of class. You weren't there for that," he said flatly. Jeez, it seems he'll never let it go that you were tardy.
"I said I was sorry," you say, trying to give your best puppy dog face.
"And another thing," He says, unfazed, "Your outfit. If you had paid attention to-"
"Yeah, yeah!" You cut him off, annoyed at the anal man. "I know, business casual. But, I see you took the time to inform everyone of this whole rule beforehand, because everyone was well dressed but me!"
His face remains cold. "If you had paid attention to the email I had sent exactly one week ago, perhaps you would have came to class more prepared." He leans down to meet your gaze, strands of hair fall down before his sharp, grey eyes. "I can already tell you're going to be trouble. If you don't start obeying procedure, I promise you, punishment is in your near future."
He abruptly turns on his heel and walks straight out of the classroom.
You remain in your seat, lips quivering in frustration. You can already tell, this semester is going to be hell.
