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You arrived to the gym, your ears greeted with the blast of hardcore dubstep and dance music. You weren’t ready to dance just yet, even though that was one of your main goals in coming here in the first place. You glanced around, occasionally glancing at Jean to see why he was strangely quiet. His eyes laid on a particular raven haired student with freckled cheeks and chocolate brown eyes. He seemed to be dressed clean, and his posture was relaxed yet straight. You smirked at your friend, gently patting his shoulder before finding your own table to reserve. Jean just glared at you, but you couldn’t help noticing his cheeks get a little pink. The small giggle escaped your glossed, pink lips as you sat on one of the plastic chairs.

Reiner smiled sadly at you, his arm around Bertholdt’s. You could only smile back at him, happy he would be dancing with his crush.

“(l/n)?”

You jumped at the voice, turning your head to the man sitting beside you.

“Mr. Ackerman?” you acknowledged, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m one of the supervisors,” he sighed, “And it’s damn boring. I don’t even know why I signed up for this.”

You smiled sadly, “I know exactly how you feel sir. I’m not sure why I even came here.”

His thin eyebrows furrowed, causing you to worry slightly. Was he going to tell you to leave, or scold you for your last test? You barely passed with a C after all…

“I thought for sure you had a boyfriend you planned on going with,” he said.

“I never had a boyfriend…” you mumbled.

“Oh…well do you plan on dancing with anyone?”

You sighed, the loneliness creeping through your heart once again. “I wanted to, but I’m almost positive nobody wants to dance with me. I’ll probably just sit here and talk to you the whole time, unless you don’t want to.”

He sighed once more, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t understand why he seemed to be so stressed, and you didn’t even know why he was talking to you in the first place. Maybe he was just so bored he found you the only person to talk to. He was single after all, even though he has so many fangirls. Speaking of which…

“Sir, I actually have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“You have a huge group of fangirls that love you, yet you’re still single. How is that?”

He chuckled slightly, which made your eyes widen a little bit. “(l/n), would you date somebody who creepily obsesses over you?”

You shook your head.

He shook his head, “But it’s mainly because I’ve been interested in somebody else. I don’t care for any of them.”

Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, “But why don’t you ask her out sir? All the women here are already head over heels for you.”

“I’m well aware, but it’s the one girl who doesn’t like me that I…well…why am I even discussing this with you? You’re failing my class.”

And with that, he got up and left. It left you bewildered, considering how you were the only girl you knew who didn’t like him. He wouldn’t be talking about you. Even if he was, Mr. Ackerman was confident enough to tell you if he did. He probably didn’t, considering the type of person you were, but who else doesn’t like him?

“Ugh this is stupid,” you sighed, “He’s twenty years older than you and you don’t like him. Don’t get any ideas about liking him.”

You glanced around, seeing him talk to Ms. Zoe. Maybe it was her. You weren’t in any of her classes, considering you weren’t taking Biology until next year, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Did she not like him like the others did? Did he think you liked him? Nah, he never talks to his fangirls unless he really has to. So, why would he…

“Heeey.”

You turned your head to wear Mr. Ackerman last sat, and where Jean is now sitting. His grin was wide and plastered on his face, a small chuckle vibrating in his neck. You smirked, your heart soaring with happiness. Your little Jean was growing up.

“Did you score with that freckled guy?” you asked, smiling happily.

“I took him out to dance a bit, and he asked for my number. It was great (y/n) you should have seen him! He’s the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. His hair is just as beautiful as Mikasa’s, and he’s just SO CUTE-“

“Slow down buddy. Why don’t we discuss this in a less public place?”

He nodded, blushing slightly. You could never see getting together with Jean romantically. You just weren’t interested in him in that way. He wasn’t for you. Even though you were lonely, you weren’t desperate. You picked and chose your friends, and romantic interests. That’s why you refused to like Mr. Ackerman. As much as you wanted to believe he saw you more than just his failing student, you couldn’t like him. He was your teacher. Besides, how would Reiner react if you suddenly just tell him ‘Oh hey I have a crush on Mr. Ackerman.’ Right when you told him you didn’t.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it,” Jean said.

“Ah just…thinking…” you replied, glancing around the room once more full of gyrating hips and lip locked couples. Why did you even come here again?

“Well, I’m going to go back to Marco. See you later (y/n)!”

“Good luck Jean.”

He nodded and left, leaving you alone to your thoughts once more. The slow songs were starting to play, which lead you to yawn and nearly fall asleep. There was something keeping you from doing such, and that was Ms. Zoe pushing Mr. Ackerman to do something. He seemed to be frazzled about something, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush forming on his cheeks. What was Ms. Zoe harassing him for that would get him so embarrassed? It started to interest you, but you weren’t going to get up and get in the middle of things. You weren’t nosy like that into other people’s business. You grabbed a chair pulled it close to yours, resting your feet on the seat and hugging your knees. You really were getting tired of the same slow songs, country, pop, slow raps, and many more genres.

You pressed your cheek against your knees and stared at the glittering lights and dancing couples. You spotted Jean and Marco, smiling at the two of them. Marco was just slightly taller than Jean, but it surprisingly didn’t bother the latter. They seemed to be so content, and you wished you could be just as content. This dance started to bore you, even though you expected yourself to dance with everyone else alone. It didn’t work out very well now did it?

“(y/n),” Ms. Zoe called, waving you over to her and Mr. Ackerman, “Levi wants to ask you something!”

The heads of a group of girls, most likely his fans, glared at you with menacing eyes at your small table. You slowly stood up and pushed in your chair, your feet making your way to the two teachers. You nodded and smiled at them, your mind racing and your heart pounding.

“There’s only one slow song left,” Mr. Ackerman said, “And since you haven’t danced at all this evening I wondered if you would like to do a song with me.”

You were a bit cautious of his request, and you honestly wanted to think it over a bit, but you didn’t have the time did you? You thought of yourself as a horrible dancer, so you weren’t sure if he’d really accept you after this, but does that really matter? It’s just one dance after all, so why not? You promised yourself you’d have fun, so that’s exactly what you’re going to do.
“Sure.”

He smiled slightly and reached out for your hand, suddenly acting like a gentleman. Of all the people to fall for you, it’s your least favorite teacher. You will admit, he was very hard on you for your grades, but whenever it came to worrying over you he would make it clear he cared about you, even if it was too little for you to notice at first. He helped you with whatever you needed, and even though he wasn’t always the nicest guy, he did seem to care about you more than the other teachers.

Mr. Ackerman led you to the dancefloor, a wide smile and kind eyes warming up his face. Your cheeks hued pink at the realization of what was actually happening. Now you know why the girls loved him so much, yet did they ever see him like this? His eyes were sparkling with the rainbow lights, and his smile warmed your heart. With laced fingers, you and Mr. Ackerman swayed with the music, stepping light steps and staring into each other’s eyes. You weren’t crushing on him, and you didn’t love him like the others did. You were merrily just interested right now. You don’t hate him, yet you don’t love him to death. His charcoal eyes were enough to make you ponder over your feelings for him, and you were still wondering why he’d want to dance with you and what he meant with his conversation with you.

“About earlier,” he said suddenly, glancing away from you, “I was talking about you.”

“Oh,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “So you like me?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself brat.”

You frowned, “But why? Why would you like the student failing your class? Why me?”

“You never annoy me on purpose, and you trust me with everything whether you intended to or not. You don’t like me for my looks at all. You’re a curious woman (y/n), and I look up to that.”

You were speechless, unable to create words after his explanation. Did you really appeal to him that much? You didn’t think you did, but then again you didn’t think about Mr. Ackerman that much.

“I’m sorry sir, but I…I still don’t know why? Why me?”

He sighed, stopping his swaying only to continue to stare up at you. “(y/n), how little do you think of yourself?”

You stared at the ground, feeling ashamed for not having the same amount of confidence as him. Why couldn’t you be like him? Why couldn’t you be attractive and confident like him?

“(y/n) look at me.”

You managed to keep your eyes on him as he spoke, “You truly are amazing. There are people out there in this world that just don’t see that, and believe me brat you are amazing. Just not in my class in particular.”

You smiled slightly, holding back the tears that threatened to spill out. He truly liked you, and you were shocked. He thought highly about you, more than you ever did about yourself. He truly wasn’t that bad of a person. He was just misunderstood.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself sir,” you said, rubbing your thumbs against his hand.

And that night was when it all started.