Chapter Ten: Survival of the First Week
If Levi believed in a god, he would be praying right now. He had miraculously survived his first week of Trost Boarding School (and everyone that came in contact with him.)
Although Levi had a good first week, he couldn't explain it but he had a bad feeling about the next week of school. He could feel the energy around the campus change. Teachers had taken to looking up when they walked in and students had been careful to avoid being caught walking alone. Levi had tried to ask Hange what the deal was, she had shrugged and responded with a "I don't know. Erwin won't tell me anything."
Sometimes Levi wondered how (or even why) Hange and Erwin were mates.
Levi sighed and uncharastically dumped his backpack on his couch he had acquired from storage. (He had made sure to clean it 5 times.) He immediately went to his art studio. Levi looked around, trying to decide what to start with. He hadn't picked up a paint brush since school had started and it made him feel almost dirity. Art was his escape from everything around him and for him to go a week without it was like going through withdraws. Levi decided to start off with some charcoal sketches. It was easiest start off dirty then get progressively cleaner, in his opinion at least.
Within a span of a few hours, Levi had two completed charcoal sketches, one painting, and a few rough outlines for an upcoming art project for his Abstract Art Class. (Abstract meaning without a true class plan for the year. Miss Callie was an… free thinking teacher to say the least.) Levi glanced around at the mess he had managed to make. It wasn't as bad a he thought it was going to be.
Levi let his mind wander back over his week. Trost actually wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. All his classes seemed pretty interesting. He hadn't managed to piss anyone off (Levi was unsure if it was a positive or negative.) The only class he was unsure about was the one that involved the Yeager brat and his lunatic of a protector. Chem seemed easy enough but with Hange teaching the class… If the fire alarm only went off twice during the school year, it would be a miracle. Levi also couldn't get the brat's two toned eyes out of his mind. They were the most unusual thing Levi had ever seen.
From what Levi knew of the Romulus descendents they all had amber eyes. For Eren to have one green, almost iridescent, eye, and one obviously amber eye was strange. It showed not only was he a true Yeager but also made it impossible to hide the fact. From what Levi knew of werewolves in general, their eyes were anywhere from a light brown to dark, almost black, brown depending on the age. The older a werewolf got, the darker the eyes. Or at least that's what he had been told.
All the First Borns were expected to have some knowledge of the opposing race. It was meant to be used to strengthen their ties to each other and be used to not offend an opposing leader. If you know what to look for before a mutt strikes, there's less of a chance of bloodshed.
Levi sighed for the umpteenth time and thought about trying to capture Eren's eyes. Levi could admit it to himself at least that the brat was good looking. The tan skin, outstanding eyes… Levi shook himself from his thoughts and glared at the offending art studio. It was time for some serious cleaning.