Hey guys, here's the latest one shot in the collection! Sorry it's so short (but why make a 3k word oneshot when you can make a 300 word one in 1% of that time?) Anyway enjoy!

First Love Story

"Ugh... stupid brat, can't even clean an office to save his life," Levi grumbled. There were times when he questioned why he took the Yeager kid as an intern. He seemed fairly promising at first, fresh out of college, looking for a place in the world, he couldn't help but take some pity and accept him as an unpaid intern. But apparently a college degree didn't equal adequate intelligence anymore. More often than not, he would butt heads with Jean, the other new intern at the building. He had to admit, he did enjoy listening to Yeager's angry rants about him after particularly chaotic disagreements (apparently people call him "horseface" behind his back, and he had the hots for Mikasa Ackerman, the newly hired secretary).

"Mr. Ackerman?" a soft voice called through the opening in his office door. He forgot her name, but he recognized her as the blonde reporter who caught the eye of half the men (and probably even women, too) in the newsroom. He could already tell what she was going to say.

"Mr. Smith wants to see you and Mr. Yeager in his office."

After a painstaking hour convincing Editor in Chief Erwin that this violent behavior from his intern will not happen again (for the sixth time this month), the young journalist packed his bag and left the office.

Life was, in one word, slow for Levi Ackerman. Every day having to go to his office, browse through Hange's news findings (ranging from election results to ridiculous cat videos), and writing an article well-written enough to be published in the Sina Papers. Then get home, drink coffee, and watch Netflix for the rest of the day until he passed out, so tired that even the caffeine wouldn't help. Rinse, repeat for a year, and you got the monotonous life of a very bored twenty-four year old man. Perhaps he should be grateful that Erwin had managed to get him this job.

As of norm, he drove home, went into his one room apartment, made his coffee, and plopped down on his bed with his laptop. Unfortunately, his Netflix watching ritual had been thwarted by the lack of interesting shows on. Cursing, he shut his laptop and set his coffee mug down on the nightstand.

Now what am I going to do? His eyes wandered to the old bookshelf at the corner of his room. Why not?

He browsed through the old books, mostly comprised of college textbooks from last year. As if he'd want to go through those again. A green hardcover book caught his eye- his high school yearbook. It seemed so long ago, those moments five years ago. Carefully extracting it from the shelf, he opened to book and turned to the page with his class photo.

He looked the same as he did now—a short boy whose face had a permanent scowl glued on. Some faces were barely recognizable, others whom Levi couldn't even recall being classmates with. Beside the class portrait was a collage of random students at school. He recognized his face in one of the photos, five other students around him. To his surprise, he saw that he was smiling at the camera, a small smile that reflected a content peace. His gaze fell on the girl who stood next to him in the photo. Her blue eyes sparkled with laughter, and her entire face radiated with joy. She had an arm wrapped around Levi's own, the other hand clutching a stack of books. He remembered her as soon as he saw her. How couldn't I remember? he thought. No one could forget Petra.

He didn't recall how they met. They had no classes together, and their only contact was via looking at each other at the halls. He vaguely remembered asking his friend Gunther about her.

"Hey, don't you have history with that girl?" he asked, pointing at the short blonde girl who just came out of the classroom.

"Who, Petra? Yeah, I do. Why did you ask?" Gunter asked.

"Nothing, is there anything wrong with asking?" he dryly replied.

"Aw... Levi likes someone, doesn't he?" His friend laughed.

Levi then proceeded to beat up said friend until Mr. Pixis had broken up the fight and sent the two to detention.

At some point, they did start talking. She was somewhat shy, and at times she was put off by his bluntness. But she showed no sign of disliking him, probably because she was to polite to say so. She lived in the same direction as Levi, so they started walking home together as a result. Sometimes they would take the long way home so they could have more time to talk, and sometimes they would stop by at the park or library.

In retrospect, he realizes that he had been harsh to her at times, what with his antisocial attitude and his blunt manner of speaking. He was surprised she bothered to interact with him even then.

Senior year they had English together. He remembered one day someone decided to write "Levi + Petra" encircled in a heart on the board, and her bright red face when walking into the classroom that day, head bent down in embarrassment. Gunther and Oluo would also make it a hobby to pressure Levi into asking her out.

"Didn't know Levi was capable of liking people, right, Gunther?" Oluo chuckled.

"I know, right?" Gunther replied. "I thought the closest thing he could get to love was tolerance."

"Oh, the miracle of first love," Oluo taunted. "Love really does wonders."

"Oluo, I will end your life," an irritated Levi mumbled.

It's not like they haven't talked about it before. Just not as much as he wanted.

"So, like anyone?" he asked Petra. They were both facing away from each other, him looking at the side and her facing the ground. They were sitting ten centimeters apart on the small bench at the park, late at sunset.

"Um... yeah..." she murmured. She started rubbing her fingers against her skirt. "How about you?"

"There's someone," he answered. He didn't say anything else.

"I see," she said. They sat in silence, neither of the children able to say anything to break the awkwardness.

"Let's get home," he said. Not a word was exchanged on the way.

If only he had been blunter like he always was. The one time when he wanted to be brutally honest... The irony of it all.

He looked at the pictures again of her and him. He never noticed that they were together in most of the yearbook pictures. Photograph after photograph, he smiled.

"I guess you were my first love," he murmured to himself. In the twenty four years of her life, he had only been a small part to her. A simple childish happy memory. He couldn't help but wish that he had been a bigger part in her life. He wondered if he could have been with her longer if he had just confessed like the stupid teenager he was.

Levi sighed, putting the yearbook on his desk. Looking at the past, feeling nostalgic, it was childish of him to do such things. He turned off the lights and set himself in his bed.

"Goodbye, Petra."

Oh dear, that writing quality... Anyway, sorry if it's confusing or disorganized, I wrote this in 15 minutes on a whim

Anyway I'm thinking of writing a sequel in Petra's POV, what do you guys think? Tell me in the reviews!

A cookie to whoever knows what I based the story and title off of (I'll give a hint: Vocaloid)

I am also still taking prompts, so if you want me to write anything, please tell me! Thanks for reading guys~

~Autumn