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The clock on the wall above Mikasa was the only thing that her eyes drifted back to after glancing at her test—that was worth half her grade. She did not know how to tell time on a mechanical clock, but liked to pretend she could.
The problem with her was that if she was given a choice between painting her nails and finishing a week's worth of late homework, she would choose the manicure and then attempt to do her papers with wet nails, only to mess that up, too.
She did study, but the material never lingered long enough for her to remember.
The class she was taking was not going to be over for another half hour. She would give anything to become one with the universe right now. The pencil in her hand rested on her bottom lip. She was tempted to chew on it, despite what her dentist told her.
There's a slight nudge on her ankle. She sneaked a glance to her right, away from the clock to see who disturbed her from the boredom building up inside of her.
He looked young, but his eyes told of a different story. A certain grief for sure, that is prominent, but ancient. She wondered how long he had been staring at her, not that she minded.
Then his head jerked back to his own paper as he flicked his eyes back to her. He wanted her to copy off his paper. She had no idea why she should trust him, but her pencil got to work. When he saw that she was done, he flipped the paper over so she could get the other side too.
He even let her stand up first so she could turn in her test. When the bell was heard, he left before she could so much as give him a 'thank you'.
In the hallway, she caught sight him slipping something into her locker. A bit suspicions, despite his kindness earlier, she walked briskly in his direction but the man vanished in between the bustling crowds of students.
She turned to her locker, expecting to find trash—or a lewd note. To her astonishment, her assumptions were drawn out as she unlocked it and found a cliff note instead. The answers to a world history test she had the next day are written on the paper.
Baffled, she slipped the paper in her bag, thinking if using them would be a good idea. She'd only know when she received her other test back, and if the answers were right.
Mikasa caught up to him after school. "Thank you for helping me," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Levi glanced at her, blinking at the unexpected presence. "Don't worry about it," he told her as they descended down the stairs. He didn't want her to conclude that she owed him or something.
"Anything to get you from chewing on your pencil," he stated, and none to nicely either.
She squinted. "I wasn't chewing on it."
He arched an eyebrow. "Don't get so defensive."
She arched both her eyebrows. "Don't get so offensive."
There was nothing he could say because she sprinted ahead of him, her tennis skirt bouncing just enough to reveal her black g-string. Levi decided the panty shot was enough to forgive her.
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A tap on her shoulder got Mikasa to glance backwards. Levi was sitting behind her. He'd moved seats, so passing notes in class would be more discrete.
"I thought you were sitting over there." she asked, pointing to a desk next to them.
"Here is better," he insisted.
"…Right."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why did you really move?"
"Tch, you need my help. This area is hard for the prof to keep an eye on," he explained.
"I never said I needed your help," she pointed out.
"Exactly. You didn't need to."
Mikasa scowled, a bit hurt that he thought of her as someone who couldn't tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi. He probably thought all women lacked half a brain.
"You—" Her rebuttal was cut off as a teacher entered the room, slamming the door shut to get everyone's attention.
Levi touched her shoulder blade again.
"What." She hissed, twisting her head to face him.
"Nothing," answered Levi, her pissed off expression forcing him to backpedal.
The professor, an old geezer who smelled of alcohol, shuffled by the allies the rows of desks made. In his hands, he passed out the tests from yesterday, nodding at the kids who excelled.
Upon reaching Mikasa, he smiled a little while placing the packet on the surface of her table. She grabbed the paper, her eyes scanning the red ink marking her grade.
An "A+" stared back at her. Huh, not bad.
"Not bad," Levi whispered, his mouth right next to her pierced ear.
She gasped, unaware that he was closer than assumed.
He moved slightly back. "What?"
"N-nothing." Mikasa stammered, creasing the marked paper between her fingers.
She had struggled so much throughout the year. If Levi helped her out like this, then the "C" she currently had may start looking like a "B."
"There's more where that came from, too." Levi piped up, nodding at her good grade, "if you let me help you, of course."
"But why? We don't even know each other," Mikasa wondered.
"The name's Levi. And to properly answer your question, I'd hate to see you flunk," Levi said in response.
"Are you sure it's not because you think I'm stupid?" Mikasa deadpanned.
"What gave you that idea?"
"Call it a girl's intuition."
"You're not stupid, Mikasa."
When the woman said nothing in return, he lightly kicked her chair's leg. "So, you'll let me help you out?"
She shrugged. "…Okay."
Levi smiled, knowing that the rest of his day was going to be in lighter spirits thanks to her approval.
"I look forward to this," he admitted, slouching in his seat when the older man at the front of the board gave him a wary look.
"Me too," Mikasa whispered, who was still unsure about the true intentions of this "Levi."
She hadn't spared him a second of her time since the other day, after all.
