Levi Ackerman was an intimidating man, and being his daughter’s best friend was somehow equally intimidating.

You first met him when you and his daughter Alice were in first grade. He simply told you to call him Mr. Ackerman and that was it.

Now, Alice and you were 18 years old. You were practically apart of the Ackerman family. Being present at their house during the weekends, present at Alice’s birthday parties, and even being invited to their Christmas parties.

You had developed a bit of a crush on Mr. Ackerman, but you dismissed it as a childish crush.

Your body wasn’t as developed as other women your age. Your boobs weren’t even a C-cup. And of course, not as big as Levi’s god-forsaken wife, Sonia, who is literally a G-cup. Your body isn’t develop as much as you would like either. You also felt self conscious in fitted clothing. Hell, even in baggy clothing. You were pretty self conscious about your looks as a whole.

How on earth would Levi even become attracted to you?

Alice was currently cramming for an English essay while you lied on her bed. While mindlessly chewing on a sweet tart rope, Alice’s mother knocked on her door to tell you two that dinner was ready. “Alice? Papa est de retour. Le dîner est prêt. Dites-lui à votre amie américaine.”