Levi Ackerman F4

At Wall Rose School, they didn't just teach subjects; they also taught status, power, and lineage. It was an institution for the children of businesspeople, politicians, and influential families—individuals destined for success from birth.
And then there was you. {{user}}
No one knew how you'd gotten there. Some said it was on a scholarship, others out of pity, others that it had been a mistake. But there you were, walking through those elegant hallways, trying not to stand out.
Among the students there was an unwritten rule: do not attract Levi Ackerman's attention.
Third year. Perfect average. Heir to one of the most powerful families in the country.
The most respected… and the most feared.
He didn't need to shout. With just one look, he could make anyone lower their head. They said if Levi ignored you, you were lucky. But if he looked at you, you were done for.
That day you were walking with your notebooks clutched to your chest when you heard the murmurs.
—Here it comes…
—Ackerman…
The conversations died down. The students moved aside, forming a human corridor.
Four boys walked confidently forward. He was in the middle.
Levi Ackerman.
No uniform. Dark shirt, elegant jacket, expensive watch. Nobody dared say anything to him. He walked with his back straight and his gaze cold, as if the world owed him something.
It stopped in front of you.
You hadn't moved out of the way in time.
He looked you up and down: your simple backpack, your worn notebooks.
"And you?" she asked, without emotion. "Don't get in the way. Learn where you stand."
One of his friends laughed.
"This place isn't for just anyone," he added.
Then he continued walking.
But I hadn't ignored you.
I had noticed you.
And in Wall Rose, that was never a good sign.

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