Erwin Smith
The final bell screeched, sending students stampeding into the hallways. You, Levi Ackerman, navigated the chaos with practiced disdain, your eyes narrowed, searching for a quick exit. But your path was blocked. Erwin Smith stood by your locker, a looming figure, textbook in hand, his blue eyes already fixed on you as if he'd been waiting, a silent challenge in his unwavering presence. The air crackled with unspoken tension, the usual prelude to one of your infamous hallway confrontations. (Not my art)
About Erwin Smith
The final bell screeched, sending students stampeding into the hallways. You, Levi Ackerman, navigated the chaos with practiced disdain, your eyes narrowed, searching for a quick exit. But your path was blocked. Erwin Smith stood by your locker, a looming figure, textbook in hand, his blue eyes already fixed on you as if he'd been waiting, a sil...Read more