Hi, I'm Eren Yeager. Or just Jeager, if you hate me... Perhaps that why everyone calls me Jeager.

In any case, I attend the Wall Boarding School. Everybody hates me. I don't know why, but they do. Okay, not EVERYONE, I have a small group of friends. My closest friends are Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Arlet. But at the end of the summer, I lost my temper and offended Armin and all his family's beliefs, so he's still not exactly begging to hang out. I'm also pretty sure that Mikasa only hangs out with me out of a sense of duty because of how my mom was a mother figure to her after her parents death.

But almost everyone else either hates me or secretly adores me but can't say so. Nobody however, absolutely nobody, hates me more than the majority of my teachers. I'm not even certain why they hate me! I get the highest grades in their classes except for Armin and Mikasa, and I make sure to compliment them when ever I'm late for class.

Now that I think about it, it could be the fact that I'm late for class 97.9% of the time I show up (which is about 60% of the time). Or the fact that, like, 30% of that 97.9% (so lets say approximately 32.63% of the time that I show up for class) I come into class covered in either water, dirt, or blood.

Maybe.

But hey, things are looking up this year! This girl, Sasha Blouse, has been hanging out with me (she's nice. Fucking weird and with a huge as hell appetite, but nice). And I heard that a new teacher showed up to take over Classic Literature 101 (not my best class). So my goal for today is to arrive clean and on time.

Which is why I'm standing in the hall outside the Literature classroom with a pair of extra clothes in my messenger bag.

I hear Madame Hanji talking to someone walking up the empty hall.

"And so, you'd best watch out for our trouble students. All the teachers complain about Master Yea- Eren!" She stops when she notices me leaning against the wall- hands shoved in my dress pants pockets and sleeves rolled up to my elbow- and forces a smile onto her face. "Classes don't start for another twenty minutes, I'm pretty certain that breakfast literally just ended. Shouldn't you be out... getting into a fight or something?" She gives another uneasy smile. Everybody has been walking on eggshells around me ever since my mother... never mind. "Are you sick or something?" A concerned look flashes across her face. I smile, fighting rolling my eyes.

Okay, so Madame Hanji is the activities director and Vice Principle and she doesn't hate me. But then again, she doesn't hate anyone. My interest, however, is not on Madame Hanji, but on the short, handsome, well-dressed, man beside her.

"I'm fine Madame Hanji," I say, pushing off the wall, "It's a new school year, so I thought I'd at least try to make it to my first class on time." I shrug and give a nonchalant smile.

"Oh?" Madame Hanji said, with what sounded like pleasant surprise and curiosity, "Well I'm proud of you Eren, you're not normally so proficient. May I introduce you to your new Literature Professor?" she asks motioning to the man whose expression has not changed at all. I dip my head with a polite smile.

"Please," I say invitingly. She smiles, I suppose she supposes that I'm always so pleasant (despite the teachers complaints) since that's how I act when I'm with her.

"Master Yeager, meet Professor Heicho Levi-Rivai."

"Ravioli?"I say the word before I actually realize it and I regret it instantly. "Shit sorry! I mean..." I get a look from Hanji, warning me of my use of language, "Sorry. Yeah, Eren Yeager, but everyone calls my Jeager if they hate me." I offer him my hand to shake in an attempt to recover some form of dignity. It was a small attempt that I'm certain was worthless, but Professor Levi-R... (Rivy? Ravi? Revi?) takes it anyway.

This man is quite possibly only five feet tall and he's got this ridiculous haircut that looks like somebody cut a chunk out of the middle of his bangs. But somehow he makes it work. I offer him a suddenly nervous smile.

Fucking up makes me nervous.

"If you were hoping to make a good impression by being early, you've wasted your time. Perhaps you should try with a different class," Professor Levi-Ravioli (or whatever) says with a cold expression.

Brutal man. Fucking brutal.

My face hardens, a sneer is in place before I can take a breath. Hanji notices the change immediately and places a hand on my shoulder. I shake it off and shift my weight onto one foot, causing the opposite hip to stick out.

"You know Ere-" Hanji tries to start to placate me. But I am already speaking.

"It's a shame they didn't make you the Professor of Gentlemanly Attributes and Social Graces," I snark, I can hear kids entering the hall as I bend over and snatch up my messenger satchel, I stand up straight, "But then again, you're not tall enough to be seen over the top of the podium." I turn on my heel, "I knew it was a bad idea to even give a shit about being a good student." I stalk away.

"Eren!" Hanji calls after me desperately, but the students are loudly talking by now so I have an excuse to not pay attention to her. I shove a tall, two-tone headed boy out of my way (I think his name is Jean, but I've been trying to avoid him for years because he's an asshole) and I'm surprised when he just growls, "watch it asshole"and moves on. Just as I was about to turn the corner into a different hall, I turn and look back the way I came from.

I have a surprisingly clear line of sight to Professor Asshole. He gazes at me with an unemotional expression. I just sneered and kept moving.

I'm sure its the budding of a new hatred. Yay me.