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“Ah finally! Exams are fucking over! I can’t believe I got to stay sane just studying for days!” Sasha stretched her arms, enough to cover a width, hitting some people who were at the hallway as she gave an apologetic smile.
“I’m pooped. I haven’t played any video games for almost a week now all because I was shoving my head down a pile of reviewers. I don't even know if I answered the test correctly.” Connie whined with heavy eyes, seemingly tired as he put his hand in his pockets before yawning.
“You guys are to complain, I literally have two research papers to pass to Professor Shadis in two days.” Hanji spoke lifting two folders filled with papers. Each folder have sticky notes sticking from them. She has been up for days and has been working blood, sweat and tears to finish her thesis. Her glasses were resting on her greasy hair, exposing her tired brown orbs with dark bags under her eyes. It was clear and evident that she hasn’t gotten any good sleep for days now.
“Take a breather! Nothing good will come out of you if you just study yada yada yada ~” Sasha chanted, skipping as they were on their way to the fast food chain outside campus.
“Easy for you to say that, I can’t stay out of action.” Hanji said before rolling her eyes, making Connie and Sasha laugh. They continued walking on the sidewalk when the three students felt droplets of rain falling from the sky. They looked up the sky and noticed the dark skies pouring. Great. Just great.
“Fuck! My papers!” Hanji embraced the folders containing her thesis and tried to run with Sasha and Connie as the rain started pouring harder. Her clothes getting wet, but she couldn’t care less. All she could think about was her research papers, which she was hugging, preventing the rain from touching it, as if it did anything. They ran and as they were reaching the nearest shed, the sound of a motor engine was heard from the the distance.
“Hanji! Watch out!” Connie exclaimed in an attempt to warn Hanji of the incoming motorcycle. Hanji was able to look at the direction of the noise but to no avail, she was too late.
“MOVE!” a loud, deep voice echoed from a man’s helmet before he swerved his motorcycle past the lady before she fell down, her research papers dumped in the puddle on the sidewalk. The motorcycle drifted before it even stopped.
“What the fuck?!” the rider said, removing his helmet exposing his raven hair, which was now getting wet and his blue steel eyes darting a glare at Hanji who was now sitting on the ground, eyes wide, looking at her wet papers with disbelief, those papers which she worked so hard to do. The same papers which were due in two days.
“For fuck’s sake, can’t you look at where you are running?!” Hanji was startled as she shot a deadly glare at the person who just shouted. She saw his eyes, the way they’re so dark but she could distinguish at least two different shades of dark blue and how his hair was dripping wet on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket as her eyes roamed to his dainty hands which where holding his helmet.
“We’re so sorry!” Sasha ran to Hanji as she helped her up, then bowing to the man who was sitting on his motorcycle with an annoyed look plastered across his face. 'Why are they apologizing to this fuckhead?' Hanji thought to herself.
“Tch.” the young man just scoffed and as he was about to put his helmet on his wet hair once again, Hanji threw the folder that she was able to save from falling into the puddle towards him.
“What-“ the young man was able to protect himself by blocking the folder with his arm.
“Hanji!” her two friends exclaimed.
“Fuck you! Look at what you’ve done!” Hanji snapped at the young man, who now has a mixture of shock, annoyance and disbelief plastered in his face.
“Hanji, stop. Let’s just go! We’re sorry!” Sasha bowed down once again in an attempt of apologizing.
“No! Why are you apologizing? He was the one rushing in the streets and caused me to lose all my research work!” Hanji looked at Sasha with clenched fists as she was fuming with anger.
“Ha! Do you own the streets? You were the one who was recklessly running. It’s not my fucking fault you are so fucking clumsy.” the young man stopped from putting on his helmet and was now talking in a composed yet stern voice. A vein was seen in his neck and it was evident that he was preventing himself from snapping at the young lady who kept blabbering in the middle of the rain.
“If it weren’t for your speeding then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.” Hanji continued to shoot a deadly glare at the young man and this point, Sasha and Connie cannot restrain her anymore. They both know that when Hanji snaps, she just goes on until she had vented all her frustrations. They were just unlucky because the person who she was venting onto is the famous Levi Ackerman, who is popular for his sharp, dark blue eyes, his black hair, perfect facial features, charms, his sex appeal and his iconic leather jacket with the initials “LA” stitched on the sleeves. Not to mention the lip ring that was resting around his bottom lip. He was known as the quiet bad boy / rider who have always kept his composure at any given circumstances. This made him popular especially to women, who constantly throw themselves on him, but not once, did Levi show any interest to them unless it was a one time thing.
Levi saw that she had glasses resting on her hair, which was now soaking wet. It would be a bother cleaning them now.
“Maybe you should have put on your glasses, it would have doubled your vision by having four eyes.” Levi scoffed and Hanji’s brown orbs widened. Sasha’s hands found their way to her mouth and Connie’s mouth drooped open with disbelief with what they were hearing.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Hanji’s fists clenched as she took steps towards Levi.
“Dare take one more step towards me.” he said as he shot his sharp glares at Hanji which made her stop. She should be mad at him, she should be furious. But hearing his raspy, deep baritone voice sends chills upon her spine and gives an effect on her unlike any other.
“As you should.” Levi scoffed before putting on his helmet, disregarding the fact that his hair and face was now soaked in rainwater. He started his motor engine before driving rapidly away from Hanji and her friends.
“Hanji! Why did you do that?” Connie ran, despite the rain, he ran towards his friend who was now in the brink of tears remembering that her research was now soggy and wet because of the incident.
“A fucking asshole. Why were you both apologizing anyway?” the young lady was trying her best not to cry, still looking at her research papers which were now floating, the letters unreadable and ink spreading across the paper.
“We wouldn’t want to clash with the likes of him, let’s start with that.” Sasha said before grabbing Hanji’s wrist as they went to the shed to seek shelter from the rain. Hanji looked back to her wet research paper before cursing under her breath.
“Fuck, it took me weeks to do that.” Hanji just sighed in defeat for she knows that her anger and whining won’t dry the papers that were now lying on the ground.
“I’ll help you do it again, let’s just go back to your dorm to dry up.” Sasha clung onto her arms and gave her an assuring smile. Meanwhile, Hanji was now cursing the young man that she encountered in her head, thinking of ways on how to finish him off if they have come to see each other again.
“Atleast he saved you a bath, you haven’t showered in days.” Connie said in an attempt of a joke. Hanji shrugged off her agitated emotion and just went back to her dorm with Sasha and Connie. They went back and Sasha took a shower across the hall while Connie did the same the opposite way. Hanji took a deep breathe and plumped herself down her bed, not minding if it gets wet because she was fucking soaking with rainwater. 'Was gonna change the sheets anyway.' she shrugged and stared at the ceiling.
"What a day. I need a fucking breather." Hanji said before taking a deep breath and sighing.