"Oh god, you're going to meet my dad", Petra breathed out, her eyes wide, hands clutched around her boyfriend's arm. Rivaille sighed as he eyed the strawberry blond at his side, her painted green nails making creases in his black jacket. They had been talking about this for at least a month since they first started dating, and it was a subject worthy of high blood pressure for the woman.

She was a complete and total Daddy's Girl, so for her to bring home any man was met with the horrifying thought that he would disapprove. And, despite the barely taller man's blank look, she could see a glint of amusement from behind his eyes at her "foolishness". She lightly smacked him against his shoulder as they made the short trip down the driveway.

Rivaille, in a way, really didn't mind meeting her father. It was both not concerning and yet not exciting. He would continue to date her regardless of the man's opinion, but it was slightly disconcerting that she was so fidgety and nervous. You would think she had something to hide.

Which, knowing her, she probably did.

"….Don't tell me he doesn't even know we're dating" he uttered, an eyebrow raised.

He watched as a sheepishly guilty look came over her face. "He knows I'm seeing someone…just not that it's you."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Petra."

"I wanted to surprise him?"

"Bullshit."

"Ok, maybe I was a little nervous!"

He shook his head as they stopped in front of the door, grabbing a napkin from his pocket and reaching out to ring the bell. He was stopped, however, by a creamy hand that darted out and wrapped around his wrist in a frantic motion. He rolled his eyes at Petra and set his gaze on her, his expression about as exasperated as it could get.

She ignored his look and gently smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket, a loving, tender gleam overpowering her panic as soon as she focused directly on him. The familiar scent of hand sanitizer was barely noticeable yet still present, reminding him that she went above and beyond for him and his germaphobia, something he was grateful for. Despite his annoyance, he allowed her to tend to anything she deemed to be wrong, her fingers carefully fixing his cravat and then reaching up to loop a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He did owe her a lot, after all, not many women would be as understanding about the things he did and said. And, aside from the fact that she made great company, it would suck for him to have to spend breaks alone in the teacher's lounge, avoiding Erd and Aurou with their questions as to why the newest (And according to Erd, lovliest) English teacher was moping around.

That was certainly not something he wanted to go through, so he metaphorically bit his tongue and stood still. Once she was done primping him, she looked down at her ballerina flats, another thing she did so that he was still taller than her, and flushed lightly.

"I know, I'm making such a huge deal out of this."

He shrugged, knowing his shirt was already out of the perfectly smoothed out state she had set it into.

"It's fine, Petra."

At his bare bones attempt at comfort, she grinned and looked up. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Just…just promise that you'll try to make a good impression? It would certainly be easier to date you WITH his approval rather than without."

He opened his mouth to make a retort, but was cut off with a knowing look. "And yes, that means no toilet humor tonight."

He tried not to grumble. "No promises."

She laughed, a light, twinkling kind of thing. Her barely made up face was aglow by the lights from the porch. It was a very cozy looking home, and Rivaille could imagine her growing up there, running around the very stairs they were waiting at as the chubby little girl he knew she was.

"Can I ring this dirty doorbell now?"

Her giggles died down as she nodded, a smile still in place, an accessory that complimented her completely.

"Of course."

Her father would love him. Sure, Rivaille was rough around the edges and came off cold, but if Petra loved him, she was sure her dad would as well.

Especially when he found out that he was the boss she was gushing about for weeks.


I figured since people liked the coffee shop AU I had last chapter, another AU might be a good thing to follow up with! Enjoy!

If you've noticed, I switch between Rivaille and Levi. The two are exactly the same to me, and I hope it doesn't cause too many problems?

Regardless, thank you everyone who reviews, reads, favorites, and follows this fic dump. :) It really means a lot to me!