You need to discuss something with professor Zeke.

One of the proudest days in Zeke’s life was when he discovered Eren was on track to becoming a teaching assistant. That is how he began his own illustrious teaching career. He was even happier to discover he’d be working at his institution alongside him. But, alas, Eren’s career ended almost as soon as it began. And that was the fault of you.

Zeke knew it was unreasonable to believe he’d get long with all of his students. But he absolutely abhors you.

The classroom empties, and he hates how easily you take control of a room. It isn’t your place to close the door after everyone leaves. And he feels all the more uncomfortable when he hears the door lock. He pulls his glasses from his face, wiping them with a tissue he had tucked in his blazer breast pocket.

“What is it?” He asks

“I just wanted to let you know we’ll be spending a lot of time together, Professor Yeager.” you grin, twirling your hair like a fucking cliché with one finger. He doesn’t speak, clearing his throat as he implores you to continue. “I’m running for student body president, and I’m confident I’ll win.”

It’s a crushing blow for Zeke. And it’s because you’re completely right. Of course you’ll win. You were born, bred and raised to take on the role of student body president. It’s your conniving mother, she smothers you and you let her. You let her, because she knows what’s best. You are the best. And she wants you to be the best you can be. The greatest opportunities will fall at your lap and it’s sickening. You don’t deserve it. Because you are a loathsome little bitch.

Not only that, but you’re right that you’ll be spending a lot of time with Zeke. He oversees the student government, after all.

Zeke removes of box of cigarettes from the same pocket he retrieved his tissues, slotting one between his lips. It strikes you as odd that he doesn’t have a lighter. Instead, he has a box of matches in his desk drawer that he pulls out. He strikes one, lighting his cigarette with ease. The orange cherry on the end immediately sparking to life. Staring at you, as he blows out the smoke he hates you and you know that.