A/N: Hello, welcome to my first fanfiction! This is going to be in Eren's point of view (for now). I'll probably be updating at least once a week maybe more because I love writing. Please leave a comment, I'm always looking for ways to improve!
The air outside was cold and crisp and my covers were warm and soft; I had no intention of getting out of bed. I rolled over so the sunlight streaming through the window landed on my face. Slowly blinking my eyes, I looked through the frosted glass panes to see cadets strolling through the dirt roads, bundled up in thick coats. I sat up in bed, stretching and yawning, and I leaned over the side rail of the bunk, looking down to the bed beneath me.
Mikasa was asleep, a forest green blanket curled around her lean but muscular frame. A cloud of breath escaped her chapped and pale lips, her short dark hair sprawled out on the pillow. Not wanting to wake her, I stealthily climbed down the ladder and headed to the dining hall. Since we had gotten a day off from training due to a bout of flu, the room wasn't very crowded. I grabbed two empty plates from the stack of dishes, and headed to the kitchen. Inside, a few bored-looking cadets were carefully choosing their breakfast. I walked over to the food, and thoughtfully piled up the plates with fruit, sausage, and eggs.
By the time I had come back to the room, Mikasa was awake, pulling on a dark blue hoodie to keep warm. "I brought you breakfast," I said softly, closing the door behind me. "Thanks Eren," she replied, grabbing a plate and sitting on her bunk to eat. I sat beside her, making a spur-of-the-moment decision to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before I started eating. I could tell she was surprised, my mouth curled into a smile when I saw her blushing out of the corner of my eye.
"So Mikasa," I said loudly, not looking up from my breakfast, "How's Armin?" "He's getting better," Mikasa replied, "I checked on him last night and his fever is going down," I tried to respond, but my mouth was so full of food all that came out was "Oghm tfhpat's grmehat" Mikasa laughed, she's so beautiful when she's happy. I smiled, swallowing my food and almost choking.
Mikasa set her empty plate aside and rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping both arms around my waist. A bright red blush crept up to my cheeks as I hesitantly hugged her back, not sure how to handle the situation. My heart sped up, adrenaline surging through my veins and I thought, "Gosh, I like Mikasa. Hell, I might love her!"