This is the first time I've ever written a fanfic, I love reading snk ff (it's such a depressing manga/anime, I need some happiness in my snk universe dammit) and I have been holding myself back from writing anything, that is until now! I was inspired by a doujin I read, ahem awkward, about Eren and Mikasa 'doing it' yep. So if some of you read future scenes and think, 'Hey, I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...' that would be why haha! I don't know how I connected this story to that, but I did.. I just had to write it down and let it out of my head, so I hope you enjoy this really weird and silly and sometimes serious story. There's erenxmika levixmika and sashaxpotato. Okay so maybe none of that last one, but we all know Sasha and potatoes, one true otp. Enjoy and please review!
Mikasa Ackerman walked the halls of the scouting legion headquarters. Reaching for her scarf, she pulled the red fabric closer to her face, covering her mouth and nose. Her stride deliberately quiet, her gaze remained impassive, she was trying to bring as little attention to herself as possible. Taking in her surroundings she felt a little nostalgic.
'These walls hold so many memories,' she briefly thought, and reaching her hand out, she let her fingers graze the cold stone. She noted how pristine and clean the walls looked and smiled. Her mind slowly formed the word, 'home,' as she turned the corner and walked down another, very familiar, corridor. Never letting her objective stray far from her mind, she quietly marched on towards her goal.
As she walked a mental image appeared to her, a boy she held very dear hiding in an empty stable. They lay amongst the hay, sprawled together, limbs entangled with one another, breaths becoming one.
She closed her eyes and brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples in an attempt to rid her mind of those memories. 'It must be happening right now' she thought, with a little smirk. She felt a warm sensation at her core, spreading over her entire body as she relived those forgotten feelings while memories began flooding back into her. Shaking her head she paced down the halls at a quicker rate. Now is not the time to think about that. She was there for a mission.