"Who started the fight?"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ackerman?" The principal of Mikasa's elementary school adjusted his eyeglasses as if they could help him hear better.
Levi wished that he would just give it to him straight. After all, they had this same conversation before. He had already lost count of how many times he had been called to the principal's office because of his niece's behavior.
"Mikasa beat someone up again, right? I just want to know who started the brawl. I bet my ass it's the other kid."
"Language, sir."
"I've said this so many times, my niece would not hit someone without any reason. Perhaps he's bullying her or her friends."
"Nobody's bullying anyone, Mr. Ackerman."
"Then why did you ask me to come here?" He was getting impatient. He had tons of work left at the clinic that he needed to get back to after this appointment.
"I think Mikasa is struggling with some topics in her English class. It's either that or you need to keep private things private, sir." The principal slid a piece of paper towards him. It was his niece's homework.
Write down three sentences using prepositions.
1. Eren lets his pet cat out from the house. OF
2. Armin can do Math in his own. ON
3. My uncle likes to play with himself. ?
Oh god, Mikasa!
Levi wanted the chair to swallow him whole. "For the record, she meant that I like to play this alone."
He unlocked his phone to show the mobile game which he had been addicted to quite recently. The principal's face suddenly went bright red.
Confused by his reaction, Levi turned the phone around. He wanted to die after seeing what's on the screen. Instead of the mobile game icon, he had accidentally tapped the new message bubble from his girlfriend.
His phone was showing a close up picture of Hange's cleavage followed by the words:
Levi, I'm trying out some new bra. Do you think this looks good on me?
"I... uh.. I will get her a tutor."