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((X TRIGGER WARNINGS X))
Blood, Self-Harm, Yaoi, Teacher x Student, Lemons, Smut in later chapters, Throwing up.

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"Eren Jaeger?" The man asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, that's me" Eren mumbled, standing up. His eyes met the surprisingly short man who he guessed was his teacher. Barely 5'2, he was small indeed compared to Eren. He had cold, steely eyes and a hard frown that seemed permanent on his pale face. He did not seem friendly at all, in fact; he seemed more fit to be in the military, even with his short size, or fun size, as girls would say. Dark hair framed his face, cut neatly with an undercut too. His attire was formal and casual, a gray shirt with dark blue jeans and black shoes, clinging to his petite body. Eren was most probably straight, but he had to admit, walking to the door and waiting for the man to enter the room again, that his teacher this year was pretty hot.

Mr. Ackerman went back in, motioning for Eren to get in. The boy complied. He could feel a slight headache already forming, but shrugged it off. This wouldn't take too long...

Hopefully.

Once the boy was inside, the ice cold teacher closed it, still without a single word. 'What a warm welcome'. He thought sarcastically. But even with the cold greeting, which he preferred to the overly warm ones, Eren sat down in the chair that was standing in front of a desk and waited for Mr. Ackerman to sit down as well, observing him with his deep emerald eyes. He knew the teacher would ask him a ton of questions. That's why he hated these meetings. Just talking and nothing too interesting happening. Eren sighed heavily 'Do I really need to have this damn meeting today? I just want go home and sleep…'.

The man sat down behind the desk and stared at Eren for a whole minute, his grey eyes scanning the boy that was Eren, making him uncomfortable. He then picked up a few folders from his top left drawer, and put them neatly in front of him. Now that he noticed, everything in the classroom was overly clean; new desks, chairs too, walls painted again, no graffiti. It was Spotless. If he could have, the boy would have sweat dropped. Unfortunately, this wasn't an anime, a manga, or even a book. It was real life.

"So Eren…" The teacher said, interrupting his thinking. He looked at the man, noticing he was searching through one of the folders. For what?

"Yes..?" The boy sighed.

"First, when I talk to you, it's 'Yes ." The man said sternly. "Second, I understand that you have skipped quite a few classes. I want a reason for this."

'These damn questions, of course he have to ask them.' "Well… I don't really have a reason for skipping, I don't really like the teachers and stuff..." He said and shrugged, leaning back into the chair and rubbing his temple hoping to stop the growing headache.

"You're lying. That's quite the obvious lie you have there, brat." He snapped at Eren, slight glare in place.

'Brat? Who is he calling a brat?! He really should be in the military!' "I have no reason to tell you, is this really the only reason why I'm here?" he asked, scoffing.

"You're arrogant, but you're also right." The teacher growled out. "But it's quite a bother when you don't show up in the classes you're supposed to be and get the worst fucking grades. And as your teacher, I take the blame for it." The teacher said darkly.

"…well I have my reasons, okay? Like everyone else. So leave it be." he sighed and looked down at his feet, hoping Mr. Ackerman would end this torture soon for both of their sake.

"Listen brat; we can't help you if you don't want to, or ask to. You really want to keep those 'reasons' for yourself? Fine, but I'm payed to help you too, not only teach. So when you stop being stuck in black, I can get help for you." He sighed heavily. Straight to the point.

'There he comes with the help... I don't need no fucking help!' "Thank you, but I don't need your help, so can we just continue?" Eren asked irritated, looking around the clean room. His stomach was churning badly.

"Well… Eren." he glared, looking through another file quickly, his eyes scanning the words.

"Yeah?" The boy sighed.

"You have to stay after school if you want to get better grades and actually pass. I'm free on Tuesday, I want you here at 3:45 every Tuesday until I say otherwise." he said, looking pissed off.

'Of course he is annoyed, I'm his fucking student who won't even go to all of his classes.' "You really don't have to… I can just study at home." He stole a glance at the teacher.

"That wasn't a question, come here every Tuesday at 3:45 sharp, not late and no skipping or else you get detention, and I'll help you study. I don't want my students to fail my classes, as I said, I'll be blamed for it." he said and picked up the folders while standing up.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll come…" He sighed deeply and stood up as well, his head now pounding. 'Fuck, I should really stop skipping so much...'

"Good boy, now get the hell out of here and don't forget on Tuesday!" he said, shooing Eren out of the room. Once Eren was out, the teacher locked the door and went away without further talk, and not even a glance in the boy's direction. Said boy sighed deeply and sat down on the same chair as before, picking up his phone to call Mikasa. It rang thrice until the familiar voice of Mikasa was heard, as flat and bored as ever.

"You done?" she asked. He could hear the car rolling.

"Yeah, you can come here now, take your time." He said and quickly ended the call, leaning back against the chair. His head spun and he felt sicker then before. Suddenly, the urge to puke came to him. It wasn't long before he was up and running, a hand on his mouth to keep himself from vomiting right there on the floor. He ran off to the boy's bathroom as quickly as he could with his spinning head, throwing open a random stall, not even bothering to lock it as he bent over toilet. 'Why here and now?!' He felt the contents of his stomach coming up his throat, throwing it all up, though mostly nothing but saliva, and his small apple from earlier, first 'meal' in a little while. It tasted awful too, the bitter taste making him dry heave when there was nothing else to bring up.

'Shit shit shit fuck… Shouldn't have eaten that apple... I really have to get home; I wonder when Mikasa will be here'

He continued to dry heave painfully, crying at the pain, until he heard the door of the bathroom open and someone stepping in, turning on one of the cranes. He tried to choke his groans and heaves, but found himself unable to do so and doing it even more.

"Oi. Is anyone in there? What the hell are you doing?" a familiar voice asked. He tried to answer but he just continued to painfully try to puke something when there was nothing. "Are you alright in there?"

'Shit, my throat is burning, I can't speak!' he groaned.

The stall door opened slowly and Eren panicked - what would they think? - but had no strength left in him to even stay awake. And now, the wounds in his legs opened once more and were leaking blood slightly.