Sorry I haven't updated in a while, on either fic. Everything has been shitty for me at the moment. I am under so much stress and pressure; I have my mock exams and controlled assessments all within the next for weeks. I'm exhausted both mentally and physically as I haven't been sleeping well.

BUT, enough of me, more story, right?

Please let me know what you think. Your reviews absolutely make my day. Especially the funny ones.

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I have nothing of worth, not even this. Isayama has the rights.

Great. Just fucking great!

My heart wouldn't stop aching. I really didn't want to see Levi. I mean, I just confessed my love to the man for fucks sake. At the moment, the man disgusts me. As much as I would love to leave it at that, I love him.

Why do I fall for the worst?

I mentally kicked myself for liking such a grotesque monster, as I made my way to the class. I took a deep breath and rounded the corner to see Mr Rivaille starting at me. Although I couldn't see it, my eyes were currently interested in the floor, I could just feel his gaze on me.

Still not sparing a glance to him, I walked in without a word, without an acknowledgement. With this, Levi seemed a bit surprised. I bet he was expecting me not to turn up. But no, I couldn't be defeated that easily, even after all that has gone on recently.

I placed my belongings down in my respective place as I went to collect my art folder. By now, Mr Rivaille had left his spot at the door to stand behind his desk, looking through his drawer. I sat at my place, carrying my heavy art folder under my armpit, on the journey.

Flipping up the flap, with a crack of Velcro, I took out my art book and started flipping through the pages. Giving myself an inward smirk. Art, the subject only, definitely knows how to cheer me up.

"Alright class," the smooth-tongued teacher spoke, "carry on from where you left off."

I didn't look or acknowledge him. He sent me an expecting glare, I could see it in the peripheral vision, but still didn't bring my attention to him. This seemed to put him on edge.

It seemed Mr Rivaille stopped looking through his drawer, to speak; he opened it and started looking through again.

Smooth pages, filled with artwork, passed my finger-tips. I stopped every so often to caress a silky smooth page, before taking it in my fingers and flipping it over. The sketch book was relatively chunky and it was of a very high quality. The only downside of it, being that it was spiral bound. Just after around half-way through the book, I stopped. This was the page I was currently working on. So the project theme was architecture. I was so glad; that is actually what I want to work as. Buildings inspired by nature were my favourite ones. They always seemed to catch the most beautiful aspects of life.

I held up my book, checking it out from a far distance. Making sure to keep my balance of the stool. I gave a nod and placed the book back down. The metal of the binding giving off a clunk, as it hit the teal tables.

I looked over the equipment I had. I had a HB pencil and a couple of various H's. So I left my place to get some B pencils. All of the schools equipment was laid out on a table no too far from me. I collected the pencils swiftly and sat back at my place, avoiding the stalking gaze of a certain teacher.

Searching my pockets, my finger brushed past a metal object. "Ah," I breathed, reaching my hand down further to take the object. I placed the object, a sharpener, on the table, picking up a 6B pencil. I tilted the pencil and sharpened it to an angle. It was only to sharpen the lead to a point, so my work would be sharp.

Art was such an escapism for me. As soon as I put pencil to paper, all my troubles seemed to melt away, with the sketchy flicks of my wrist. I was so lost in the moment, I hadn't noticed someone watching me over the shoulder. I still wouldn't have known, if it wasn't for them speaking up. "That looks good, Jaeger."-Oh great, now what did he want? He already had my heart, even if it was broken, but still… hasn't he had enough? I mentally sighed. Just as I had forgotten about things, too.

"Thank you, Mr Rivaille." I said back. No emotion of any sort dared to touch my voice. I ended it with a formality, which he told me not to use towards him. At that, he flinched. Albeit slightly, but he still flinched.

I looked back over my work. It really did look good. I had decided to base this page on medieval and gothic design features. On a building, they were both my favourite. The best part about them, though, were the statues. It baffles me how they could make something as still and dead as stone, completely come to life. They were stunning.

Anyway, speaking of statues, I was actually in the middle of drawing a gargoyle. Well, I say drawing. But, in reality, I had actually finished the line drawing and I'm now shading it in.

I had to say, shading was a speciality of mine. I actually used to be really bad at it, which made me hate it. But now? Now I adore shading, it was so soothing.

Soothing.

Argh! Why hadn't I thought of drawing all of this time? It would have really helped me cope. I'm such an idiot.

I placed my pencil down and sighed, palming my head. I started to rub my eyes sleepily, while letting out a yawn. My head started to rub against the movement of my hands. Then I hit something. It was rock hard. I turned around, looking up.

*GASP*

Behind me was none other than Mr Rivaille. I thought he had left. I thought he stopped watching me work. Oh fuck.

"Watch out there."

My head quickly snapped back down, and I picked up my pencil to continue working. Mr Rivaille seemed to do a circuit around the room. He would walk off into the corner, slowly making his way round, admiring people's work. Then he would stand behind me. But, much to his distaste, I paid him no heed.

Before I know it, the bell rang. Okay, just an hour to go.

Soon after said bell, I had finished the current page I was working on and had no clue of what to do next. I really didn't want to ask but I just bit the bullet and raised my hand, oblivious to where Levi actually was. Unlucky for me, he was stood right behind me. Somehow I managed to hit him in the face too. Well, I guess it is his own fault for getting too close.

"Eurgh, What the fuck Jaeger?" He shouted, the class turning round, mouths agape, at the cuss.

I didn't provide him with a reply, to that and changed the subject. "Mr Rivaille, I have finished this work. What do I do know?" I asked, his name, and title, being spat from my lips, like venom. At this, he visibly flinched.

After adjusting for a moment, said teacher leaned in close. Uncomfortably so. But, then again, any distance near this man was too close. My thoughts drifted through hatred and loathing. I was soon coaxed out of that, however, as I inhaled his sweet scent. This instantly shrugged my mind back to my love for him.

Again, how on earth did I fall for someone this fast?

I could see Mr Rivaille, giving a quick, but noticeable, admiral glance at my double page spread before turning it over to the next clean page. He started to explain the work for this page, but my mind had drifted away to sleep, aided by the soft lulling tones of his voice. My eyes were plastered on his lips. No matter how I internally screamed at myself to look away, I couldn't. His soft, plush lips captivated me. So much so, I hadn't realised he stopped talking. I hadn't realised he noticed me looking. I certainly didn't realise that I was biting and licking my own lips.

Levi swallowed, hard and pulled away from me.

"Jaeger, I would like to have a word after school." Mr Rivaille asked. It seemed more of a demand than a question so I clearly didn't have a say in that matter.

I gave a nod and he walked off.

Well shit.

I sighed heavily and winced at the shooting pain it had caused. Oh fuck, I cursed inwardly. I had completely forgotten that I was beaten to a pulp yesterday. I guess with everything going on, facial and internal bruising was the least of my concern.

Not catching, it was what Mr Rivaille was instructing me, I turned back through my sketchbook and folder, finishing any unfinished pieces. This took me to the end of the lesson. Throughout the remainder was less productive as my heart was in my throat and I felt like I was going to be sick.

*RING*

That symbolised the end of the day, also the end of me. Slowly shuffling out of the room, I looked around nervously. Mr Rivaille was sat at the edge of his desk eyeing me. But somehow he seemed different? He seemed shaken, broken, sad. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but it certainly wasn't a positive emotion.

"Did you mean it?"

Sorry, not sorry.

I really like how the story is going. One challenge is to keep it flwoing and make sure it makes sense and is not rushed.

I don't read through (but I should start) so if there are any mistakes, ignore them, you're probably right.

until next time! :*