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::Day One
Hair::
Had it happened any other way, she would have been flattered, really, but everything she could feel at the moment was embarrassment and discomfort, what with the way he looked at her as if she was a holy being and how the members of the Scouting Legion that stood close to them whispered among themselves about them. But Mikasa brushed it aside, for it was not completely his fault really, the concussion on his head was not letting him think clearly.
It did not help much, though, that he kept blabbering even after they tried to quiet him down. He was delirious, hallucinating even, laying down on the wagon and saying over and over how cute she was, how badass and skilled she was, and how her hair was soft looking and shiny and as dark as the night.
Mikasa carefully examined the stitches on his forehead, nodding at Armin in thanks when he held Jean's arms down so he would not try to grab her again. Eren was one step away from shutting him up somehow (probably with a good aimed punch) and throwing him off of the wagon to feed off the titans that could possibly chase after them again, but he refrained from doing so by sitting as far away as possible from the injured man.
"'Kasaa," his eyes were wide and clouded, darting about as he tried to make her face out. She could guess he only saw a blur of light peach colored skin and black, and that dark blob of mass was the first thing he reached out to when Armin released him. "Your hair is so pretty." He said, a little too loudly for her tastes, which caused Connie to snicker.
She turned to face the shorter guy riding on his horse beside the wagon. "How did this happen again?"
"Sasha," was the only thing Connie said before turning away from Eren's deadly glare. Yes, she could have guessed, but let's not blame someone when there is a chance that they are not guilty. "Not my fault horseface here thinks your sister is pretty." He mumbled and kicked his heels on the horse, nudging it to trot a bit faster.
At least, Jean seemed to register what Connie called him and he furrowed his brow just barely, as much as his confusion would let him. Eren burst out laughing then, if it was due to Jean's confused face or the way he stared mutely at the horizon as he tried to figure out what was going on, Mikasa did not know, so she merely remained on her spot while Armin pulled the laughing man off and away from the wagon and into another one. At the moment, she did not have the desire to be left alone with him, but someone had to look over him and no one else offered help.
Maybe Sasha should be here instead of her, Mikasa thought as she wiped away the thin trail of blood off his temple, but then maybe the food loving girl would just finish him for once and for all. She would rather avoid that. For once they were returning with no deaths and a minimal number of injured people, if only one person lost their life due to their hyperactive companion, then the Scouting Legion would be disgraced.
Besides the concussion, his left eye was purple and terribly swollen. At least he was not complaining of pain, and it was not because there was not any, because something somewhere must be hurting. Jean did not complain because, due to the concussion, his mind was solely focused on one thing: her. So it was not like he did not feel any pain; Jean just did not acknowledge it.
Turning away to clean the damp cloth in her hands, she dipped it into the water in the bucket and twisted it to get rid of the excess. "Look at you," she said, more to herself than to him, "got yourself into trouble again, huh?" Mikasa gently wiped the cloth on his neck, blood and sweat and dirt giving space to his clear skin.
Jean stirred, looked at her with his wide eyes again. "Miiikasaa..." She hummed and shifted her eyes to his face, holding his gaze. "You were so cool out there, 'Kasa!" One dark eyebrow raised; he sounded like a child. "You are sooo awesome!"
He waved one arm and she ducked left to avoid it. "It was like- the titan was so close and you zoom- and it tried to grab you and bam- you killed it!" Yes, she stifled a laugh, he definitely sounded like a kid. Jean's heavy hands grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her down swiftly, her breath hitched when he held her head so, so close to his face. "You are so cool." He whispered dreamily and Mikasa placed her hands upon his, pulled them away from his face and straightened her back.
Clearing her throat, the girl lowered his hands to his chest and patted them, silently telling him to keep them there. Well aware of the eyes on her, Mikasa wiped her brow hoping they would take the light blush on her cheeks as a sign of weariness due to the hot sun beating down on them. "Thank you," that sounded more like a question than an affirmation, but at the moment she could care less. Jean would not pick on this slight slip in the state he was him.
He grinned widely at her, letting out a breathy laugh and an equally breathy "You're welcome!" Quieting down gradually, Jean tilted his head to the side and watched her with half lidded eyes, that amazed smile never leaving his lips.
She leaned back when he sat up, nearly losing his balance and falling down on his side, but once he was successfully standing still his grin widened in accomplishment. "Wow, Mikasa... Your hair is so... Wow..." Jean sounded breathless. Maybe sitting up was not the wisest idea; Mikasa put a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back to lie down again, but he would not budge. "I've always loved it. It's– It's just so much good..."
Pink spread across her cheeks and she shut her lips for a brief second. Normally, she would not have minded the eyes in their direction for she was used to being stared at by now, but he was making it harder for her to keep a straight face. "Jean, uhm..." Mikasa glanced sideways as if trying to find someone who would help her when he lifted his hand to her face; no one came. "That head injury seems really bad."
"No, shh..." He said softly and took a lock of hair between his fingers, twirling it, "I'm serious." Jean tilted his head, eyes softening and endearing, holding her apprehensive gaze confidently. "You are so pretty," the man murmured, pausing in every word, and brushed some strands of hair away from her eyes with his fingertips, "just like your hair."
Her lips parted and she released a shaky breath. "Thank you," she murmured sincerely, sounding sure of herself. Absentmindedly, Mikasa dipped a tip of the cloth into the water and carefully ran it over his lips that parted under her touch. "I..." Swallowing, she breathed in deeply and pulled her hand away. "I think you should try to sleep now."
He hummed in agreement, held her hands in his and lied down as slowly as possible. "Goodnight, 'Kasa."
She smiled, squinting her eyes under the bright sun, "Goodnight, Jean," and gently pried her hands from his.
Mikasa stood and put some space between them, ran a hand over her mouth and wiped the sweat away from her face. Placing her hands on her hips, she glared at the people who kept looking in their direction, making a satisfied sound when they quickly turned away and pretended to be talking. Armin and Eren returned few moments later with more bandages, and her brother replaced hers while the blond replaced Jean's.