43Levi Ackerman was in a considerably good mood. And by considerably, it meant that his scowl wasn't as deep, or his voice as cynical. It was all due to the competence of this year's football team. As much as he was reluctant to admit it, Hanji really did know how to pick them. The team was mostly composed of seniors, with a few 11th graders and only two 10th graders. All hard workers, they had impressive physical skills as well. Well, he didn't expect any less from Alphas in their prime.
Although it was a fucking cold Monday afternoon, everyone was doing well in the current scrimmage.
All except for one.
Eren Yeager stood a little bit off the right side of the green field, close to Levi. His face was beet red, looking like he was about to keel over. When the practice game first started, Levi chose eleven people each for the defense and offense teams. Eren was a right linebacker for the defensive team. When in possession of the ball, he smartly threw it to Connie Springer on left defensive tackle. However, it only traveled a laughable twenty-five yards and was easily stolen by the offense.
Levi stopped counting how many times this had happened after the fourth occurrence.
Why the hell did Hanji allow a fucking Omega on the team…? Currently, the young teen was panting harshly, despite accomplishing nothing except for allowing the opponent to steal the ball a miraculous amount of times. It was obvious Eren was tired as hell, with his tail dragging on the ground. Levi almost smirked at his failed passes. It was strangely …cute, in a way.
Nothing was wrong with Eren's strategizing. In fact, it was on the same level as some of the best Alphas. Able to judge his surroundings with precision, he threw to the right people at the right time. But with physical attributes equal to an uncoordinated preteen, how on earth was TS supposed to destroy Karanese on Wednesday?
There were six more minutes until the end of practice. It was 4:54 PM. The score read 31 – 24 with the offensive side leading. Levi felt confident in the majority of his team's skills. All that was left to work on were slant routes and screen passes. Otherwise, Levi felt they stood a decent chance against their rivals.
Blowing his whistle, the Coach signaled for the players to come in. Within a few minutes, they all stood in front of him, sweaty but no panting whatsoever. Their breathing was calm and steady despite running up and down a field for an hour. One irritating sound stood out though, something apparently only Levi could hear. Someone was breathing loudly through their nose, but failing to keep it down. Probably adding to the already-dangerous levels of CO2. Levi didn't even need to look to sense that it was the Omega.
Twitching his ears, Levi began his discourse.
"I have to say, for a bunch of teenage brats you're all mostly decent at football. As you all know, our first home game of the season is against Karanese High School this Wednesday. I expect everyone to be there, even if you spend the entire time sitting with your ass on the bench. This will be the year Karanese will get the shit beat out of them, and I do not want anyone to do anything that will jeopardize our goal. If you are late to this game, you might as well never show your face again. I expect everyone to be in first-class shape, for tomorrow's practice and for Wednesday. Understood?"
Thirty teenage heads nodded in disharmony.
"Dismissed."
After putting the equipment away in the storage shed, Levi made his way to his classroom. Other than coaching football, Levi also taught Conceptual Physics. He groaned, remembering the mountain of tests he had left to mark.
Opening the back doors, a wall of heat hugged Levi. It was a welcome feeling opposite to the bite of the cold outdoors. Walking down the hallways, he silently thanked whoever it was that invented high-tech central heating.
One of the best things about TS was its janitors. Levi never met them himself, but their skill at keeping this large school clean was a feat to be admired. He could touch any locker, any desk, and his finger would actually be spotless afterwards without a single speck of dust. The ventilation in this school was superb as well, effectively cleaning the air of contaminants from almost 2000 people each day.
High on the list of things he liked about TS was the fact that there was no wandering in the halls after hours. Anyone that stayed behind whether it was staff or students very rarely disrupted the peace of an empty school. Today, luckily, was one of those days.
Nearing his room, Levi first felt then heard the crescendo of footsteps behind him. Perhaps I spoke too soon…
Just one second later and Eren would`ve had his fingers smashed in the door. Thankfully, Levi stopped just in time.
"You lucky brat. If I closed the door you would've needed a finger transplant." Levi glanced down at the boy, his face red with effort. Levi's eyes ran over his russet locks of hair and sprinted over the shapely curve of his ass.
"Levi, try not to prey on the students!" The words of Hanji echoed in his mind, restraining him like chains.
Levi cleared his throat. "Oi, do you need something? I have a shitload of tests to mark, and you're wasting my time here."
Eren straightened, his breathing returned to normal. However, his blush was still there, unclear if it was from the teacher's choice of language or from something else.
"S-sorry to disturb you. Um, can I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about."
Without a word, Levi walked toward his desk, leaving the door open. "Close the door."
Eren obeyed and followed Levi to his desk. Out of the corner of his eye, Levi noticed how the teen's tail swayed from side to side. As if he was nervous. A sweet scent emanated from him, like flowery sugar. "Spit it out."
Eren took a deep breath, and blinked. "I want to be off the team."
A/N: *cues dramatic music*
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