A:N/ Short Drabble for now!
Mikasa sighed as she took a small sip of her tea and glanced at her husband who sat across from her. He was sitting in a comfortable position where his right arm was lazily perched on the back of the chair and his left leg on his right thigh. It was how a king would sit and it suited him, as annoying as it was to her.
He seemed to be deeply concentrated as he read the newspaper he held in his left hand.
Mikasa sighed even louder.
Finally, he looked up at her with a questioning gaze, but she couldn't help but think it could actually be an annoyed glare.
"Yes?" He intoned, delicately placing the newspaper down and picking up the small teacup placed in front of him.
"Are you going to be my—-" Mikasa was cut off by the impatient wave of his hand as he sat up in a more regal position, as if asserting his dominance over the situation she had now placed before them.
"You don't need an escort for tonight." He stated, seeming to be slightly annoyed at the useless subject she had interrupted his reading for.
Mikasa clutched the silky material of her dress on her lap as she struggled to control her anger with the man in front of her.
"I was just wondering." She explained, monotonously. Her husband simply shrugged his shoulder and resumed his lazy position and picked up his newspaper again.
Mikasa brought her teacup to her face and pretended to examine it, studiously, but in reality, she stared at her husband in deep concentration.
Levi Ackerman. He was always a distant figure in her life as she grew up. He would come and go from time to time. Apparently, he was a leader in the clan's affairs of military, so he wasn't around often because of the missions he was assigned every so often. She was only a little girl when she was introduced to the short teenager. He had simply nodded ang grunted in acknowledgement of her.
That's the only time she remembered even interacting with the man.
But, now, here she was, Levi Ackerman's wife.
She clutched the teacup in her hand. Stupid clan and their cowardice of going outside the walls and meeting new people. If they weren't cowards, she would've had a life of her own.
The loud crack of the teacup's handle breaking caught both of their attention.
Mikasa, sheepishly, brought the cup down and bowed her head in apology.
All she heard was a loud sigh in response and a scraping of the opposite chair.
"Don't worry. I'll clean it. I'll be leaving soon anyways." she heard him say, followed by heavy footsteps.
"Where are you going?" Mikasa asked, ever so quietly. If he even heard her, he didn't show it. All she heard was the sliding door closing behind her.
It's not like she didn't know where he was going. She had met her once before. For heaven's sake, She was in his squad. Nice and pretty, Mikasa didn't blame the man for falling for her.
Too bad their lives didn't have such luxuries of falling in love with someone you want to fall in love with.
A:N/ hope you enjoyed!
