「coups de whisky」// levi & shura
「✎」 The bell rung, signalling the end of the school day, and Levi sighed with content. There was so many shitty brats he could deal with, and after 7 hours with a bunch of hormonal teenagers who really didn't care about the French language, he was ready to go home.
"Rappelez-vous le test le mardi de la semaine prochaine! Vous pouvez tous partir." He told his senior students. They were preparing for graduation and he had very little confidence in the majority of them. Of course there were a few exceptions but most of them couldn't string a simple sentence together in the language. Levi watched as they all petered out of the room.
What he had not been expecting was to see the red-haired Mythology teacher standing in the doorway. With a glare he looked her over.
"What are you doing here?"











