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"Levi, I need to rest. Please go back to your room," Farlan strains.

I can already tell Farlan is ready to pass out because he's sluggish. His eyes droop sadly and are painted a shade of red from being kept up past his usually rest time. Unlike me, Farlan runs on over nine hours of sleep. If he doesn't get at least eight he won't be able to function the next day.

"I would, but that brat is still awake," I complain.

Farlan and I sit in the center of the room. His eyes droop from exhaustion, his head slammed into a pillow while I lay on my backside, staring at the ceiling. He continues to ramble about how much he needs his rest to which I groan, finally giving in.

"Thank you," he breathes a heavy sigh before I leave the room. Farlan falls onto his backside, relief escaping his lips in a light groan.

After shutting his door I take small steps, dreading each moment as my room approaches. All I can think of are the different ways he's going to make my life a living hell. Eren alone is a problem, but with his unethical behavior my university experience is already ruined before it even begins.

I stand before the door of hell, staring at the room's number that is painted a gold-like color. I take in a heaping amount of air, bracing myself for whatever Eren is doing behind that door. I barge in, the air that I inhaled before being released as over exaggerated coughs.

I expected him to be flailing over some girl, or even masturbating. Was the king of late night parties and 'unforgettable' all-nighters with his friends, asleep? This is assured, completely unbelievable.

Who am I to complain? He is out cold, I should be dancing on tables with joy. Oh, the countless things I could do to his sleeping body, yet I still resist.

I stroll over to his bedside, careful to not trip over his mess of suitcases and unkempt clothed that lay scattered across the floor. You'd think Eren could be more organized on his first night, but he remains lazy and just tosses his belongings everywhere as if he owned the place.

I stare long and hard, trying to find something wrong with the way he slept. There has to be a detail I can scope out, something embarrassing I could you later on. When we're were younger and I'd visit Eren's house for a sleepover, he would unconsciously shove a thumb into his mouth. I still remember to this day how embarrassed he was, truly amusing.

See, people like Eren just don't outgrow things like this. Eren still acts like a child, throwing tantrums as if he were three all over again. Not that I cared, why would I?

I lean over Eren's sleeping body for a few moments, convinced that I'd see him slip that thumb into his slobbering mouth. He doesn't which disappoints me in a way, but I let it go.

In one swift motion I leap across Eren's belongings and on my side of the room, almost landing on my face. I give myself a pat on the back for such great parkour skills, knowing that I almost failed miserably.

I wiggle under the covers and roll to my side, staring at the wall for a moment. It wasn't until fifteen minutes of Robin Williams' impersonations had completely distracted me from sleep. In all seriousness, did I really need to sleep? I could continue this all night. I could recite books I had read not long ago out loud, but no one would listen. I groan quietly and roll onto my back.

It's past one and I'm wide awake, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and hope for some shut eye.

* * *

"Eren, stop hogging the damn bathroom!"

I've been waiting for what felt like hours before Eren finally strolls out of the bathroom, looking exactly the same as before he walked in. What the hell did he do for fifteen minutes?

"My bad, Levi. I didn't know you were waiting," he says nonchalantly.

I roll my eyes and push him aside. Entering the bathroom I knee exactly what he had been doing.

"Jesus Christ, Eren! Warn a guy next time, will ya?"

Eren roars with laughter, like an immature child. He tosses me some cologne for the odor to which I overly spray the small bathroom that reeked of shit.

"Dammit Eren, what the hell did you eat?" I complain, tossing back the cologne bottle.

He shrugs and easily catches the bottle. "Just a few burritos, some nachos, a bag of Hot Cheetos," he pauses for a moment to see my face that is filled with disgust. "That was just lunch, don't get me started on dinner."

I groan loudly and slam the bathroom door. How am I going to survive a whole semester with this brat? I can't even survive twelve hours with him. There had to be a misunderstanding when he was assigned his room. Then again, I feel like his enrollment is the misunderstanding.

Or his life. Either works.

I do what is necessary in the bathroom. It takes me no more than ten minutes to complete my routine, hair included. Most people think it's easy to maintain my type of hairstyle, in reality it's the complete opposite. The struggle of having to correctly part it and make sure that no strands decide to make an awkward appearance is a hassle alone.

Exiting the bathroom I notice Eren is still dressed in his nightwear. It frustrates me how he has nothing to worry about. I, on the other hand, have a class starting soon, so while Eren frolics about, I'll be earning a degree in medicine.

I dress in haste, needing to leave the room before I have the urge to also Eren across the face. I already plan on doing so later on, so that's something to look forward to.

I take a my medical textbook, notebook and a pen, already taking note to invest in a laptop, and zoom out the door.

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I manage to arrive on time. Even though my classes don't start until noon, I like to arrive with enough time to claim a nice seat.

The inside of the classroom looks all to cliche. It appears like a university classroom you'd see in the movies, with rising seats that resemble a stadium. The professor, that has yet to arrive, in the center with a white board.

This school seems to be snazzier because instead of a simple whiteboard, like in most movies involving a university, they have a large, white screen and a projector. The whole place seems more like a movie theater than an actual classroom. It doesn't change anything though.

I stroll into the room casually, trying to act like I belong. A few heads turn and my stomach tightens. Out of everyone there I probably didn't fit in. My height didn't help me any, nor the dark circles that have managed to firm under my eyes.

I looked like a walking zombie compared to these youthful teenagers. At least, they appear to be teenagers. They all look the same to me, so there is no difference.

I look around the room, noticing that my new peers were in clumps. By the looks of it they all seem to have somewhere to be except-

"Hey, short-stuff! Over here!" A familiar voice screeches.

Why did I turn my head?

"Great," I stress.

Before I knew it Hanji is frantically waving her arm, signalling me to come by. Every part of me refuses to do so, but the awkward stares and scoffs of others pressure me to. I don't want to seem like a dìck on the first day.

I walk hastily to where she sits. I would just casually stroll, but people have to understand that there's only so much ground one short male can cover.

"Hey, you're the guy from the library," says Armin.

I wave hello and take a seat. I send Hanji a glower, and to make sure she hears me clearly I lean into her face.

"If you ever call me short-stuff again, I will rip your tongue out and serve it to you as an appetizer," I warn coldly.

Hanji blinks twice, quickly glances at Armin then at me. She breathes an awkward chuckle before scooting one chair over.

"So," she trails her word for a second, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, "Armin here tells me that you like books."

I focus my attention on the blond male who flusters at the sound of his name. He rubs the back of his neck nervously and flashes a crooked smile. "Oh, well he did send some time in the library," he says.

I shrug. "Yeah, I like books. So what?"

"What types if books?" Hanji asks.

"All types of books," I reply.

For a split second the aura around us seems to intensify. Hanji leans in with a fixed expression.

"Name a few," she stirs.

She dares challenge me?

"Gone With The Wind-"

"Read it."

"A Take of Two Cities-"

"Good book."

"Pride and Prejudice-"

"Not bad."

My eyebrows pinch together and my jaw tightens. We could go at it all day, naming books that I've read since I was four.

Hanji seems to be delighted by this reaction. She has a crazed look in her eye and it sends chills down my spine.

Before I can continue the professor strolls down the walkway and to his desk. I know it's him by the way the students all scurried to their seats. I face forward and Hanji does the same. Armin seems to have eased up a bit because he let's out an awkward chuckle that he's held in since Hanji and I started the small dispute.

I sink into my seat, ready for my first lesson of the year.

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"How was your first class, Levi?" Farlan asks once we leave his room.

The two of us decide to explore the restaurants outside of campus. Trost is a largely populated city, so it wouldn't surprise me if the streets are packed with people.

"It was alright. I ran into that book woman again," I reply.

"Oh, you mean Hanji. Yeah, she's pretty cool."

"I guess. How was your second day?" I ask him.

"It was great, I met this girl," he says cockily.

"Oh really?" I raise a brow.

It was common for Farlan to run into women. He is more outgoing than I am, but he's overly confident that he can get any girl. I don't complain much since he's helped me hook up with a few people, men and women. It usually never worked out since people prefer taller men.

"She has these magnificent green eyes, and this smile. Oh my..." Farlan dozes off into thought. I snap my fingers at him and he reacts quickly. "Sorry, she's just... Wow. Her names Isabel. She's actually working at this one shop downtown, can we stop there?"

"As long as you don't drool over her," I retort.

He sends me a glower as we pile into his Jeep.

"I'll make sure you're close by if I do. I wouldn't want the floor to get slippery."

Typical Farlan.

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Arriving at the shop where Farlan's magnificent girl is supposed to work, we take our seats at an open booth. Surprisingly enough the shop is half empty. The only people here are SU students, and a few elderly.

Farlan begins to blabber about this Isabel girl to which I ignore most of. When a redheaded woman walked our way Farlan went into an idiot mode. He tried playing it off like he was fine, but I knew he was flustered and heated.

"You made it!" She chirps. "This must be your friend! Levi, right?"

I wave weakly with a nod. "Yeah. You're Isabel I presume?"

"That's me! What can I get you two?" She asks, taking out a small notepad and a black, ball point pen.

"I'll have a vanilla shake with your number on the side," Farlan says confidently.

Smooth, Farlan. Smooth.

Isabel flusters and giggles into her notepad. I roll my eyes and order a vanilla shake as well. Isabel excuses herself and skips to the counter to place our orders. Farlan leans in, he smiles so widely that it can break his face in two.

"Isn't she great?"

"Wonderful," I reply sarcastically.

Before our shakes arrive, a familiar blond male and brunet stroll into the shop. Farlan gives me that 'don't look now' type of look. He knows very well that if I'm given any type of look that I'll do the exact opposite.

I wish I had listened to him.

Eren waves from across the shop, Armin as does the same. Every part of me screams that he'll just go away. I shouldn't have been so naive because the second the thought slips away Eren is already halfway to our booth.

"Hey Levi," Eren coos. I want to gag at the way he says my name. It's said bitterly, almost forced, yet slightly sugarcoated. "Fancy meeting you here, huh?"

"Go away, Yeager."

"Awe, that's no way to treat an old friend," he says with a pout.

"We aren't friends," I spit coldly.

Farlan and Armin exchange awkward glances. Eren leans against the edge of the table, eyeing me. He wants a challenge, a dispute between us that'll anger me so he could feel superior. I won't have it.

"Well, why don't we try and get along? We are roommates after all," he coaxes.

I send him a glower to which he smirks confidently. Eren tells Armin to sit next to Farlan while he slides in next to me. Before I can punch the living hell out if him, Isabel returns with out shakes.

"Oh my, there's more of you. Would you like to order something too?" She asks.

Eren orders a chocolate shake with extra chocolate while Armin asks for a strawberry shake. When Isabel disappears again farlan decides to break the the tension.

"So, Eren. Who's your friend?" He asks, referring to Armin.

"We've met before in secondary. We met up again today at the library when I went in to ask for, uh, something," he replies.

Before continuing his explanation, Eren reaches out and takes away my shake to sip on. I slam my heel into his toes and he yelps, giving back the cup.

"I thought so," I mumble.

Eren continues his sentence with a pained voice. "Isn't life funny? Who would've known we were all going to become friends?"

We aren't friends, Eren. We never will be.

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Author's Note:

Woot woot, updates :D!

You don't understand how satisfied I am with this story. Like oml, I'm so confident with it it's scary. I wish I was like this with everything xD

Anyways, thanks for reading :D!

The image in the media is how I somewhat imagined the classrooms to look like.

Ps. Please bare with the any spelling errors and other stuff. I type in my phone so there are a lot of mistakes I do not intend to make. I apologize for this D:

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