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A/n: Hello! I am new to Fanfiction and so this is my first story. I am a die hard Rivamika fan because Eremika is too cliche. There might be some formatting issues since I am still getting used to the publishing format, but please bare with me. I enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys do as well. Please read, comment, and review. Like seriously, comment and give suggestions of plot ideas or anything. Enjoy!

The Transferee

It was another banal school day with raindrops pounding on the paths that connected the school facilities. Many sleep deprived high school students were dragging their legs to their first period class. Levi Ackerman, a senior who had just transferred to the school walked to his first class of the day.

Levi entered the classroom and greeted the teacher with a simple nod. He then observed the seating chart to figure out where he would have to sit to be tormented from pure boredom till graduation. To his own amusement, he was to sit in the desk in the corner, furthest from the front of the class.

At least my seat isn't as shitty as this weather, he thought.

Once Levi sat down, he withdrew a notebook and a blue pen from his bag and placed them on the desk. Since Levi had transferred schools the previous year from moving apartments, his friend count was back to zero. Furthermore, he was fresh to the social hierarchy of high school students, solely determined by popularity. Without the urge or need to meet new people, and unwilling to suffer the awkwardness of breaking the ice, Levi decided it was best if he stayed silent at his desk until class began.

With a bored gaze he scanned the classroom noticing the cliche posters of classic American novels written by people who died long ago. After finishing his examination, Levi glanced at the whiteboard which read "Literature."

"Fuck," he grumbled, "nine months of writing pointless essays and reading books written by maniacs and alcoholics until my eyes and hands deteriorate."

While Levi was contemplating his existence in the back of the room, the bell had finally rung, signaling the commencement of class as the final batch of students trickled in. Once the students sat down at their desks, the blonde teacher had stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the class.

In a stern but friendly tone she began her self introduction. "Welcome back to school. My name is Nanaba and I will be your literature instructor for the school year. I am sure you are all excited for graduation and all, but until then, you all will have to educate your mind on the essential knowledge of literature and how it shapes your thinking. If you have no questions I will now pass out the course syllabus. Oh, and please take one and pass the pile to the back of the class."

As the students were passing the syllabuses, the sound of two pairs of legs running desperately down the hallway drew attention from the whole class. Soon enough, the classroom door was violently opened and thirty pairs of eyes were staring at the culprits who were incompetent enough to be late to class on the first day of school. Levi observed the two students as they closed the door and stood awkwardly.

"Ahh, Eren and Mikasa. Mind explaining why you guys are late? Especially on the first day of school?" Nanaba asked with an annoyed voice.

The oriental girl, whom Levi assumed to be Mikasa, looked down and began to speak. "I slept in and made Eren come late to school." With an apologetic tone she continued "therefore I will take full responsibility for our tardiness."

Bullshit, Levi thought. Obviously, that brat Eren was the one responsible for their tardiness. The girl's outfit and appearance is tidy and clean while the brat's is completely sloppy.

"My god. If you're going to lie at least do it correctly" Levi mumbled to himself while fiddling with the pile of syllabuses. "That lazy ass boyfriend of yours has bed hair and hasn't made eye contact with the teacher at all."

Following a sigh filled with annoyance, Nanaba looked between the two as she replied, "I'll forgive you guys once, but if this happens again then it's guaranteed detention, understood?"

The relieved pair responded with a routined "yes" then looked at the seating chart to figure out where they had to sit. Mikasa walked past the rows of desks and seated herself in front of Levi. Eren on the other hand, sat directly in front of the teacher's desk, his seating explained self-evidently. As Nanaba was preparing to take attendance, the class resumed its typical chatters of high school drama.

Feeling a tap on the shoulder, Levi turned his head to acknowledge the person.

"Hi, I'm Jean." Offering a handshake he continued, "I've never seen you before. Are you a new student?"

With a bored expression, Levi returned the gesture and in monotone replied, "Levi, and yes, I just transferred."

"A transfer huh. Well then I hope you somewhat enjoy your time at this school, even though it's straight up prison."

"I'll try to" Levi replied while wearing a frown.

After their exchange of introductions, Levi looked back out the window while trying to recall his acquaintance's appearance. Levi only remembered that Jean was taller than him, which wasn't a surprise, and that Jean's face resembled the face of a horse. Yep, Levi was definitely going to avoid horse face. Soon after, the class noise died down as Nanaba placed her laptop on a desk near the front of the class to take attendance.

"When you hear your name please raise your hand and say here,"she announced. "Springer"

Levi heard an enthusiastic "here!" which made him look away from the window. Who the hell would be happy to be at school, he thought while watching the students say "here" one by one.

"Braus"

"Here!"

"Kirschtein"

"Here!"

"Yeager"

"Here!"

"Ackerman"

Suddenly the class was sucked into a void of silence after two students had boredly stated "here" in unison. Dark blue eyes met grey ones as Levi stared at Mikasa who had turned around in her seat to see who had the same last name. They stared at each other wearing their usual masks of stoicism without spitting out a word. Levi took this coincidence to take in her appearance.

She's pretty he thought in the midst of admiring her. She had black hair and a round face that was carefully crafted with perfectly shaped eyes, porcelain-like skin, thin lips, and a fair nose. He saw that she was taking in his looks as well after watching her eyes subtly move up and down. Levi didn't care for what others thought about his looks, but for once he was actually curious of Mikasa's thoughts. The awkward tension between the oriental and transferee, created by their staring contest, was eventually broken when Nanaba spoke.

"Looks like we have two Ackermans this year," Nanaba announced while typing herself a note into the attendance. "From now on I'll take attendance by first names to avoid confusion."

"The helllll!?" Jean chimed in just loud enough for Levi, Mikasa, and the students around him to hear. "Mikasa, you never told me that you have cousins" he disclosed while Nanaba continued tallying attendance for the remaining students.

"I don't have any cousins," Mikasa dryly replied with a facade to conceal her annoyed state.

"You never told me that," Jean insisted.

"So?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Because it's my choice whether to tell you anything, and I chose not to."

Right when Jean was about to continue pressing Mikasa for answers a deep grave voice spoke, dragging their meaningless conversation to a halt. They turned their heads towards the owner of the voice and glared at a disinterested Levi.

While leaned back on his chair with his legs crossed, Levi simply returned their glare with a bored expression. His voice low with slight annoyance, he stared at Jean and explained, "Us having the same last name is merely a coincidence. I've never met any person with the same name until now. So shut up and mind your own damn business."

Jean's eyes and mouth gaped open surprised at Levi's rude attitude and choice of words. Under Levi's death stare, he was too startled to talk back causing him to look away and face the front of the class.

Although horseface was finally out of the scene, Levi still sensed a particular oriental's stare burning a hole through his cheek. He faced Mikasa and returned her stare.

"What?" Levi asked. Irritated by all the glares he's received in a short amount of time. He rested his open palm under his chin and waited for another meaningless answer.

In monotone she replied, "you didn't have to be so rude."

"Tch," Levi immediately retorted, "says the one who had to come late and interrupt the class, just so she could have more time to fuck her lazy ass boyfriend."

Mikasa's grey orbs turned dark and her eyebrows flared instantly in response to the new midget student. "He's my brother!" she angrily clarified, "and I never slept with anybody!"

Levi simply smirked, amused by how easily he could push her buttons and make her unknowingly reveal she still held onto her v-card.

"Is there a problem back there?" Nanaba loudly spoke after hearing Mikasa shout.

"Sorry, no there isn't," Mikasa quickly responded apologetically after turning her body away from the dwarf transferee with a final glare.

The literature class eventually resumed as Nanaba began reading the syllabus. Since Mikasa came late, she realized that she and her brother didn't receive any. Despite her efforts to look around the class for extras, she came up with nothing. Before she was about to give up searching, she felt someone tapping on her back. Mikasa immediately turned around just to have a pile of syllabuses shoved in her field of vision. She gave a death stare at Levi then took the papers. Mikasa took a packet for herself and passed the rest to her brother with the help of the line of students in front of her. Without anymore interruptions, Nanaba continued going over the syllabus while the students struggled to stay awake.

This school should burn down in flames, Levi thought while pushing the door open to leave the classroom. Literature had ended after the ear deafening bell sound had rang throughout the hallways and buildings. Already, Levi created three enemies in his boring first class. Carrying a map of the school, Levi navigated the sets of stairs and hallways while trying to avoid bumping into other students.

"Organized chaos," he grumbled shortly after ducking his head to evade a girl's backpack swung towards his face as she blindly turned to talk with a friend.

After weaving through the horrible traffic of shortsighted teenagers, Levi finally arrived in front of a set of double doors with the words, "Main Office," written on a sign above. Pulling one door he entered and walked to the secretary's desk. A lady who seemed to be in her late forties looked up at Levi and smiled.

"Hello, what brought you here today?" she asked still smiling.

"I need to know my locker and its passcode" Levi replied in an emotionless voice.

After hearing Levi's name, she turned to the computer and typed on the keyboard. "Says here your locker number is 6326 and the passcode is 02-07-07," she stated. "Do you want me to write it down for you?"

Trusting his memory, Levi waved his hand down and insisted, "no, it's fine."

"Ok then. Have a fun first day of school," the lady commented as Levi exited the main office.

Levi rolled his eyes in response then walked through the hallways scanning the locker numbers. Unable to find his locker, Levi felt irritated and checked the map in his grasp once more.

"Uh… hello?" a voice spoke shyly.

Levi turned around. The person who had just given him a shy greeting was another student. The male student had bushy blonde hair, blue eyes, and of average stature. He was wearing the school uniform which had multiple badges attached to it. Receiving no acknowledgement from Levi except from his irritated look, the blonde took the cue to introduce himself.

"Hello. I'm... uh.. Armin Arlert," the shy student said while rubbing the back of their neck.

Levi gave a nod and replied, "Levi Ackerman." In an annoyed tone he continued, "Did you need something? If not, I have to go and find my locker."

"Oh. I, uh, can help you find it if you want," Armin offered although slightly startled by Levi's hostility. "As this year's senior class secretary, I am responsible for helping students find their way around," Armin explained as he pointed to one of his badges that read "Secretary."

A frown formed on Levi's face as he contemplated whether to accept or deny Armin's offer. From all his past experiences, Levi undoubtedly believed that asking for help or accepting help was only for people who were insecure or too lazy to solve their own issues. Levi took all matters into his own hands so that if he failed, he would only have himself to blame. In short, blaming was something he had no tolerance for. However, desperate times calls for desperate measures and Levi was determined to not arrive late to class and draw unwanted attention.

"6326," Levi gravely spoke as he recalled what the needlessly enthusiastic secretary informed him. "My locker number."

"Okay, great!" Armin pleasantly responded. "Follow me."