Title: Through the Eyes of Another
Rating: M
Summary: After the war, the soldiers of the Scouting Legion begin to notice something going on between its two strongest fighters. A series of firsts through the eyes of their closest comrades.
A/N: Written for Day One (Iridescent) of the second Rivamika week on tumblr. I'll be updating this during and even after Rivamika week is over with every oneshot I come up with. Enjoy!
The first time Mikasa confessed her attraction for the short-tempered Captain, Armin was shocked.
Not only did it throw him for a loop, but he always swore she carried a torch for their loudmouth best friend. His secret observations on the stoic woman all pinpointed to the fact that she loved Eren in more than a brotherly way. Now, as she sat opposite him in the mess hall, he prepared to call her out on such a blatantly half-assed lie.
But then he finally noticed her uncharacteristic behavior.
A bright pink hue burned her cheeks as she shot a few glances at their Captain who sat at the other side of the room. His drunken laugh echoed throughout the hall, and Mikasa nervously toyed with the end of her crimson scarf at the rare, captivating noise.
Armin recognized the longing in her normally apathetic stare and knew that a lie like that couldn't be fabricated.
"Maybe you should tell him that," the blond suggested, a coy smile flitting onto his features as he lift the rim of his teacup to his lips.
The oriental woman never bothered to voice a response. The grateful smile she directed at him was enough of an answer to show how delighted his approval made her.
—
The first time Levi openly appeared to care about another soldier, Hanji was proud.
His young apprentice had just returned from her first—unsuccessful—solo scouting mission with her uniform tattered, pallid skin stained in crusted brown blood, and charcoal eyes lifeless even in the bright afternoon sun. She'd been through hell and back, but their comrades were relieved to see her make it through the gates to the headquarters no matter how battered and bruised she was.
Levi had waited for Mikasa all morning. Though Hanji thought nothing of it at first, seeing as he was merely perched on a tree branch and indulging in some reading, it wasn't until her third time passing the aloof captain that she realized how tense he actually was.
His steely eyes were trained on the novel in his hands, one of them frequently withdrawing from the book to reach up to his cravat to adjust the constricting fabric. It was strange, since it never seemed to bother him before, and it wasn't particularly warm that day.
That was the only indication, however minor, that something was off with him.
Her suspicions proved correct when Mikasa finally made it home.
Levi took in the younger woman's appearance and Hanji noticed the slight downturn of his lips, as well as the flicker of a twitch in his eye. And when Mikasa fainted from exhaustion, Levi caught her just before she hit the dirt, dirtying his white pants in the process.
When Hanji reached out to take Mikasa from his arms, he simply pulled her out of the bespectacled woman's reach.
"I've got her." He muttered tersely, wasting no time by carrying her inside.
It was surprising to say the least, but Hanji couldn't fight the bright smile edging onto her face.
How the young soldier managed to break through Levi's barriers, Hanji would never know.
—
The first time Sasha knew Mikasa was harboring a secret from her and the rest of their squad, she was confused and perhaps a bit hurt.
It was a little over a month after Mikasa's failed mission. Her friend was completely recovered by then and so, with Sasha's sheer determination, convinced the onyx haired woman that a night in the city was just the thing she needed after weeks on bed rest.
They spent hours looking for a replacement for the hideous sable dress—all faded and reeking of dust!—her comrade decided to dress up in for the evening. It was just like her to not give a rat's ass about what she wore in public, Sasha thought with a roll of her amber eyes.
Dress searching proved fruitless, but Sasha swore she would whet the stoic woman's taste in fashion before the night was over.
A roll of bread was shoved halfway into her mouth when a flash of silver caught her eye. The bite was chewed slowly as she silently observed Mikasa in the chair opposite her.
Her midnight orbs were hazy, idly pushing her noodles across her plate as the slender digits of her other hand fiddled with a thin silver chain hidden beneath her carmine scarf.
It was a locket—an antique, Sasha noticed—but something she couldn't recall Mikasa ever wearing before.
Sasha wasn't a stupid woman. The redhead was easier distracted than most, maybe, but she was far from ignorant.
She was obviously seeing someone. But the question was who and why she was keeping it under wraps.
Sasha tucked into her food once more, ignoring the slight betrayal that stabbed at her heart. She would just have to trust that her best friend would come to her when she felt the time was right.
—
The first time Levi and Mikasa made their relationship public, Jean was furious.
He had just filed in his mission report to the Commander and was on his way to take a long, relaxing soak in the bathhouse when he saw them in a rather intimate display in the courtyard.
The pair stood on the steps, which only accentuated their height difference, with Levi's fingers lazily brushing the swell of her hip before he tenderly squeezed the curve like it was an affirmation for something unspoken. And then Mikasa was suddenly bent down slightly at the waist, lovingly slanting her lips against the Captain's like they've been practicing the simple act for months. And that's when it hits him.
Their affectionate lip lock appeared far too experienced to have been done for the first time. Jean held the knowledge that the oriental woman's first kiss was still waiting to be stolen. But after the not-so-subtle flaunt of their relationship, the younger man knew that that fact hadn't held true for months.
His chance was lost. All those years attempting to impress her went down the drain.
Jean wasn't aware that he was still gaping like a fish as Mikasa casually strode over in his direction, a content smile adorning those cherry, kiss-swollen lips.
"Hello John!" Her greeting was as vibrant as the lavender flower tucked in her ebony locks. And though he was elated that she finally acknowledged him, the feeling was soon squelched once he realized she called him by the wrong name.
He wasn't sure what to be angrier at.
—
The first time Levi and Mikasa hit a rift in their relationship, Erwin was one of the unfortunate souls caught in the crossfire of their rage.
In actuality, it was only Levi he ran into and his temper took on the silent, brooding route. Well… more than it already was. Though he was tight-lipped about their little spat, it was equally, if not more terrifying than his usual behavior.
Mikasa on the other hand was more expressive with her frustration, taking out her anger on various spar partners and the poor boy who harbored a crush on the girl since he first met her.
It was Jean's own mistake, attempting to comfort and lure her into his own arms so she wouldn't be tempted to run back to Levi.
His strategy failed. The moment he offered to be her shoulder to cry on, she fixed him with a glare that could curdle milk, throwing a punch into his shoulder and promptly stalking off. Both Erwin and Levi happened to witness the whole ordeal and Levi couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's pain in passing.
Another week flew by and Erwin felt the need to knock some sense into his friend.
They were seated in his office on the second floor, Levi casually sipping his tea as he stole glances outside the glass pane. Threaded in-between the tips of his fingers was the broken silver chain of the heirloom he gave to Mikasa.
The object of his affections stood near the main gate with Historia, both women waiting for Sasha to arrive so they could make their departure. Levi's lover was a vision in white and royal blue even in the darkening orange and violet hued sky. Levi truly was a fool if he just stood by and let her walk away.
"What were you two even fighting about?"
The Captain actually turned sheepish underneath Erwin's scrutinizing stare. "Her habit of leaving her filthy clothes all over my bedroom floor."
The blond man warily shook his head, rubbing his eyes at his festering agitation.
"You really are an idiot."
—
The day Levi and Mikasa reunited, Eren was the unlucky bastard who was the first to find out.
Not that there was anything wrong with the two being together or anything. In fact, Eren was all for the relationship and was probably their number one supporter—aside from Hanji, perhaps. Because how cool was it, being the adoptive brother of the one dating humanity's strongest soldier? It wasn't a common thing to brag about.
But no matter how much he loved the pair, nothing prepared him for something like this.
The emerald eyed boy strolled into the training grounds, humming a tune he heard in town a few evenings back. Hanji misplaced a few notes from her files and begged him to check the field just in case she left them there. It was a long shot, but Eren complied anyway.
Tilting his chin upwards, Eren filled his lungs with fresh air before sighing contently. The sky was a vivid shade of blue without a cloud in sight. And though the air was crisp, the sunlight warmed him up enough to make the journey pleasant.
He was almost at the precise location Hanji spoke of when he heard it.
A cry!
Someone was in pain—most likely injured from a rough training session—and he needed to get whoever it was into safe hands as soon as possible.
The brunet broke into a sprint in the direction the sob came from, desperate to help the wounded comrade, only to come to a halt at the sight before him.
Slumped against the trunk of a tree was Levi, a pleasured grimace crossing his features as Mikasa rode him like there was no tomorrow. Her fingernails dug into the bark above her lover's head, a delighted whimper escaping her swollen lips as he rose to encircle a pert nipple into his hot mouth.
One hand lifted to fist the grass-stained button up bunched around her elbows, sucking at her sensitive flesh as he assumed a better suited sitting position. The movement slid his member even deeper into her slick womanhood, earning a toe-curling shudder from the young woman in his arms.
Levi's free hand disappeared in-between their bodies, and Eren had only one guess to where it went, because as soon as he reached her most heavenly place she was squirming in his grasp, fingers gripping his dark locks as he stoked the fires to her arousal once again.
Then suddenly Levi was thrusting up into her, Mikasa moaning brokenly and meeting the quickening rhythm to hear the pleasured sounds sigh from her lover's lips.
"That's it, Mikasa." he rasped against her pale neck, encouraging her to go wild for him.
And that's when Eren finally gathered his wits.
He left the scene as quickly as he could. Tears formed in his jade orbs as he attempted to rid of the burning image of his sister and the Captain in the middle of the throes of passion, nearly tripping on a tree root as he made his escape.
Hanji could look for her notes herself. There was no way he would step into that forest again anytime soon.
A/N: And there you have it! Day Two will be coming out soon. :)