A/N: Second fic, hoping it'll turn out okay. Sorry for my amateur writing skills;; Hoping to reach some fellow EreMika shippers out there. Thinking of doing multiple confessions for other characters in SNK too. Tell me what you think about it :)
Update: (3/16/14) Chapter updates will start in a week or two! DX Sorry for taking long but I have to plan the story out and I'm in the middle of writing the next chapter. Plus I have art stuff to do for my friend's upcoming b-day :) Please be patient for the few of you following already and thanks a lot. See you later!
Mikasa's been strong up until now. It's always just been that way. When she was young, she used to protect Armin and Eren from the bullies back home. Eren would run off, full speed ahead, with a fire burning in his eyes, determined to set those little pricks straight, even though he was considerably weaker than them. Not to mention the fact he'd always lose to them regardless of wether they were stronger than him or not. It's a surprise he'd actually go back each time, more fired up than the last. They'd always run away when they caught sight of him, or rather Mikasa, running behind him with her usual stoic expression, only this time it had a touch of, 'You better run right now if you know what's good for you.' Eren would always get excited when they'd scatter about, running away in fear of him (or rather Mikasa.) He'd turn around, very prideful in the fact that they'd run away just at the sight of him (or at least he thought of it that way, Mikasa could let him dream once in a while right?) Afterwards, they'd both check on Armin to see if he was okay. Eren would reach out for his hand to help him up (since Armin's other arm would be holding one of those books of his) and Mikasa would tend to his injuries (Mrs. Jaeger taught her everything she knew since her biological mother died.) Eren would then brag about it all the way home, excited to tell their mom about how scared the bullies were when they saw him and how they knew not to mess with him.
Their mother told her to take care of him and protect him, so that's what she did and has been doing all this time. The younger Mikasa would be content just seeing him happy, but it wasn't like that right now. They grew up, in a physical sense anyway. Being 15 and having a die hard crush on your adoptive brother who only seemed to care about killing Titans was hard. But still, she wanted more. She needed more. Every time she sees him, her knees buckle and give in to weakness. She gets butterflies in her stomach just trying to talk to him, sometimes even stuttering or mispronouncing a simple word. She's been more reserved than usual because of this, almost embarrassed to speak. Just making eye contact with him makes her avert her gaze, only to look back down in shame at how weak she'd become. She'd get sweaty palms and be afraid to touch him, hoping to not creep him out with her stiffness. Her cheeks would redden every now and then, a dirty thought creeping into her mind. She tries to tell herself that they're just family, to keep denying her feelings. But she can't anymore. She thinks about him way too much, in fact, he's all she thinks about.
She loves the way his eyes shine so brightly, how he always looks at her with confidence and determination, how he's always so straightforward and blunt (even though it might hurt her a bit sometimes, though she doesn't show it). She wants to tell him, to confess, to just let it all out. She really does, but her mind and body won't let her. She just gets too nervous and makes up some excuse to cover it all up. But today…today would be that day she'd tell herself. And with that, she finishes getting dressed in her uniform, ready to start the day off with a bang. She adjusts her scarf a bit, worrying if he thinks it'll look good on her or not, even though she's been wearing it every day for years now which is really silly. Mikasa walks toward the door and takes a deep breath in, trying to calm herself down as much as possible. She can't slip up today. Her hand wearily reaches for the rusty knob and she turns it, hearing a click as the door creaks open, and walks out, hoping it'll all turn out better than expected.
