Levi had lost a bet with Hanji, and he was pissed. He now had to make cookies of all the damned things, and give them to Mikasa as a way of confessing.

It was absolutely ridiculous. The alternative of backing out of the dare was a far worse fate though, so he had to go through with it. Never again would he bet anything with Hanji.

So here he was in the damnable school kitchens making what he vowed to be the best cookies ever so that Hanji couldn't complain and call in to collect his debt.

The first thing he had to do however, was clean the disgusting layer of grime that seemed to be coating every surface of the kitchen. He shuddered, cursing his fate once again. His confession would have to wait until tomorrow. School would be done and Mikasa back home by the time he finished cleaning and baking.

After three hours, he was finally finished. Now he could start baking.

As he rushed about the kitchen, collecting ingredients and mixing them together in a bowl, he did not realize he was being observed.

Mikasa stood in the doorway, a half smirk on her face. Wondering why Levi senpai was missing all of his afternoon classes, she'd interrogated Hanji senpai and found everything out. Seeing as she was the school's fencing and boxing champion, there was no one (except perhaps Levi senpai) who was more fearsome than she. Hanji had broken easily under her threats. Protecting her pets from with 'scawy Mikasa' was her priority over any scheme she had in getting the school's strongest together. It had been too easy.

As Levi senpai rushed to complete his "masterpiece", Mikasa snuck toward her prey. He was fiercely concentrating while mixing when she tiptoed behind him and, while placing her hands on his hips, blew in his ear.

He froze, the spoon dropped from his hand, and she felt him shiver briefly.

"What are you doing making a mess in the kitchen, senpai?" She purred. "It's so unlike you."

Composing himself, he cocked his head over his shoulder to look at her. "Aah? What's that you damned brat? Does it look like I'm having fun?"

She smirked again. "Certainly not senpai, I could hear you cursing from the door, but I can hardly take your rough attitude seriously when your hands are tracing along my hips."

Levi had turned to face her, and was indeed lightly running his fingers along the outline of her hipbones. He jerked his hands away, scowling at his absentminded recklessness and her casual forwardness.

She chuckled mockingly and drawing closer to him, licked her lips as she slowly reached both of her arms beneath his in an embrace and – pulled back with a giant chunk of cookie dough on her finger, sticking it between her petulant lips.

He gaped at her in shock at the sudden switch in behavior before coming to his senses again.

"Tch. You have some nerve, Ackerman, toying with me like that. Haven't you learned yet from out matches that I'm stronger than you?"

She tugged up that damned scarf to hide yet another self-satisfied smirk. "Maybe in the ring, Senpai, but in this sort of contest, I seem to be winning."

That did it. He'd had enough of this and he was determined to win at whatever type of contest they engaged in.

Taking her by the shoulders, he spun her so her back was against the counter. Throwing a leg between her own and closing the space between their fit bodies, he tugged her down by that damned scarf and whispered lowly in her ear. "Since you've already had a taste of the cookies, it's time for the next part."

"Oh?" She breathed. Giving out a little gasp as he clamped down on her ear lobe and started to suck on it and flick it with his tongue.

"Mhmm." He hummed, thoroughly enjoying himself. He let go of her ear with a parting nip, causing her to squeak in surprise. "It's time I finally confessed my feelings to you properly, Mikasa. You fascinate me, and are the only one strong enough or clever enough to challenge me in all aspects while teasing me along the way. It's both infuriating and enduring, and I want you to be mine. Will you go out with me, Mikasa?"

Mikasa pushed him off and turned away, tugging her damned scarf up and crossing her arms. When she turned back a few seconds later, her blush was gone and her damned scarf back beneath her chin. Cocking her hip and hooding her eyes, she looked him up and down and scowled. He balked and stepped back. Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? He thought he'd done quite well, considering his carefully laid plans had been ruined.

"That small lick of dough was NOT a cookie. Make me a real cookie and you'll have your answer." Her glare then softened and she grinned.

He grimaced and rolled his eyes, rolling up his sleeves. "Of course Ackerman, if it'll get you to acknowledge me, I'll get it done. Promise me one thing though." She raised a brow. "You'll give me a full kiss with tongue, Ackerman. Nothing less. That's what I'll be expecting."