Levi x Chubby!Shy!Bullied!Reader

You sat down just as the bell rang and sighed in relief. You were sure that you would've been late, and detention was the last thing you needed.

"Class!" Your teacher rapped a ruler against her desk. "Class, calm down!"

Someone threw a paper ball at your head, and another student mooed like a cow. You prayed that the teacher would get some control over them, and soon.

Thankfully, they did settle down. The teacher cleared her throat.

"Class, I have someone I'd like to introduce to you," she said. A short boy (and by short, you meant really short) stepped in and gave everyone a solid death glare. "This is Levi Ackerman. He'll be joining our class. I know it's a little late, but I want you to make him feel welcome."

Judging from the tittering coming from around the room, that wouldn't be a problem.

"Levi, you can sit over there." The teacher pointed at an empty seat next to you. There were a lot of those.

Levi grunted and sat down. He glanced at you and you nervously scooted away. Levi blinked and looked back up front.

The teacher talked and talked until the bell rang. You got up and started shoveling your stuff into your bag.

"Hey, wait a second." Levi grabbed your elbow. "Where's your next class?"

"Math," you said.

"I have math too. Could you show me the way?"

"I could!" A girl with red hair, brown eyes, and an unhealthy lack of body fat pushed her way through the crowd. "I could, like, show you everything there is to see." She batted her eyelashes and you realized that you might've just heard the worst pickup line ever conceived.

"I didn't ask you," said Levi. He turned back to you. "So?"

"S-sure," you said.

"Then let's go."

You walked out of the class together.

#TIMESKIPOFRAINBOWSANDCUPCAKESANDDEADTITANS#

Over the next few months, you and Levi became fast friends. He didn't tease you about being bigger than all the other girls, and you knew not to make any smart comments about his height. You sat together at lunch, commenting on everything from pop culture  to politics to bowel movements.

It was a crazy sort of friendship, but it worked.

Then, one day, Levi had a dentist's appointment. That made it a perfect time for the other girls to appear.

You were putting your things in your locker at the end of class when someone called out: "Hey, fatty!"

You turned around to see a bunch of girls lead by the redhead you'd met on Levi's first day.

"Leave me alone," you said quietly.

"Say 'please', fatty!" said a small, blonde girl. "Or didn't they teach you manners on the cow farm?"

"Moo!"

Your vision began to blur with tears.

"Why don't you run away?" asked the redhead. "You know, if you can do anything other than waddle." She smiled coldly and the other girls burst out laughing.

The bell rang and you ran.

Before you knew it, you were home. You opened the door and ran to your room. You collapsed on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

#TIMSKIPOFLEVIGUTTINGTHEMEANGIRLS#

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Levi, sitting on the edge of your bed. You sat up. "Levi?"

"I was wondering why you skipped class," he said.

Your eyes brimmed with tears, and you sobbed out everything that happened. Levi got that cold look in his eyes that meant he was angry.

"I'll kill them," he hissed. "I will kill them with a pencil, and then I will feed the bodies to dogs."

You weren't sure whether or not he was being serious.

"They're right," you murmured. "I am fat."

"No you aren't!" Levi sucked in a breath and started to talk. "You're not that skinny but that's okay and I think that skinny is overrated and you're really hot and you talk about bowel movements with me which is cool because most people tell me to shut up but you deal with me and you agree that my uncle looks like a cowboy and the joke you made about John Wayne and him in the shoot out was funny and Mikasa likes you and she doesn't like anyone–" he took a big breath "–and you're really cute and I want to date you so how 'bout it?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. Out. With. Me?"

"Y-yes," you said. Levi threw his hands in the air and turned around. Then, he jumped and spun around.

"What?"

"Yes," you said. "I would like to go out with you."

"…Great," he said. "Um, how about seven, on Friday?"

"Sure," you said. "See you tomorrow."

Levi started out the door. Then he stopped, spun around, and pecked you in the lips before sprinting off through your house.

You touched your lips gingerly. It was a date then.