Disclaimer: I do not own AOT.

I personally give up trying to write anything that isn't modern with these characters lol.

I'm challenging myself here. This can work either as a crack fic or serious. Either way...it just works.


Chapter 1

6:00 AM sharp, the alarm boomed throughout the bedroom, alerting the man it was time to start his day. Without twisting completely out from under the duvet, his arm snaked out to tap the damned object before retracting back under the duvet.

With a groan, dark eyes opened to meet the light shining through the curtains. He sat up slowly then ran a hand through his black hair. He liked his hair styled a certain way. Just like he liked routines. He stretched his arms over his head and spared a glance at the clock, it was now 6:03 AM.

Fuck.

He ripped the duvet and sheets off and hurried toward the walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room. His mornings were filled meetings beginning at 8:30 AM, he planned to get a run in before dealing with another acquisition. A run around the river walk would be nice. The breeze coming off the water would refresh him as he ran. He reached for a grey hoodie, sweats, and socks before stepping into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair more appropriately.

Once he was ready, he grabbed his phone, quickly sending a text to his personal security.

Mikasa, meet me in the garage.

On it, sir.

He hurried out of his posh apartment bidding adieu to his housekeeper and into the elevator.


"Historia Reiss!"

The blonde's eyes shot open hearing her name, her heart pounded slightly faster. The sharp voice cut short her dreams, sadly. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Who needed an alarm when they had roommate like hers?

Today was officially the last day of classes at University of Sina. She smiled at the thought, all her hardwork culminated to this last class and the rest of the week of studying for three exams.

The door shot open and Historia was greeted with the sight of her roommate, Ymir Breckenridge standing with a blanket pulled around her tightly. Her nose was red and eyes puffy. "I'm still sick. Do you think you can do that interview in my place this afternoon?"

If her throat wasn't already dry from sleeping with her mouth open all night, it was now. Ymir raved for months about the article she planned to publish in the University newspaper before they graduated. It was her final piece, one she had been dying to get for a year now.

She met Ymir during freshman orientation, they both had sketchy roommates they bonded over. By the time their second semester rolled around, they decided to move out of the residence hall and into a two-bedroom apartment. Historia had to maintain a job to pay her part of the rent owed each month.

"I'll go. It can't be that bad, right?" Historia said chuckling hesitantly.

Ymir deadpanned as she stared at the blonde. She shook her head and turned on her heel, "I can take medicine and go. His OCD be damned."

Historia paled and jumped from bed, "You're sick! I said I'd do it. You have the questions wrote down right?" She didn't get too close to Ymir for fear of getting sick. Ymir smiled despite herself. She had her ways of getting what she wanted. Definitely.

Historia hurried to her closet and grabbed for a navy skirt and black short sleeve shirt among other things. She hurried into the bathroom to shower.

"By the way, don't forget we have to start packing to move out!"

"I know, Ymir!" Historia playfully rolled her eyes. How could she forget they were moving out? They spent three weeks looking for a new place downtown.


Class went by fairly fast, the professor professed how proud she was of her students graduating and wished them the best in their careers and life choices. Historia liked the elderly woman, she had been a great mentor throughout her four years.

She approached her after class and thanked her for all the help she provided throughout her journey. She offered Historia kind words and reminded her if she needed anything to contact her, before handing her a business card with her contact information on it.

Immediately after, Historia hurried down by Western avenue on the corner. She pulled out her iPhone to call a Lyft for a ride to AEH, where her interview is located. She thanked higher powers the sun shined and there wasn't a sign of rain for miles.

She wondered what he was like. Was he really OCD like Ymir described him? She didn't know much about him, herself. She knew he was a billionaire. She looked in her purse before opening the door to check for the small notebook of interview questions. She bit her lip nervously. She never interviewed a person before. Ymir assured her earlier this morning it was fine because the questions were already written, that didn't do much for her nerves.


He thanked whatever higher power existed for the pleasant weather during his run. Mikasa parked the SUV and shut the ignition off and stayed in the vehicle. He opened the back door and stared blankly around a moment.

"I'll be here if you need anything." She stated scanning the area herself.

"Tch." He shut the door at that and began walking.

The track beside the river wasn't too crowded this morning. A few vendors were setting up their carts, maintenance crew was sweeping and cleaning the area. The water crystal blue, shining in the morning sun.

He felt the sweat beading along his brow as he finished his run. Running helped him relax and mentally prepared him for whatever bullshit he would deal with in meetings. His therapist also recommended running. He came to a halt and stretched his arms high in the air as his heart pounded.

He caught a pair of hazel eyes on him and he held the stare. The woman herself was wide hipped, hair pulled back, although messy and it seems she was full of embarrassment from being caught. Her rosy cheeks spoke volumes. His stare turned hard before his lips thinned a bit. No thanks. He turned away and walked back to the SUV.

Once back, he headed straight for the shower. He heard the housekeeper stirring in the kitchen, probably preparing breakfast. He tore the shirt from his body, followed by pants and so on and so forth. His bathroom was pristine, just as he liked it. Not a speck of dust anywhere. The housekeeper tended to every other area except his bathroom and one other room. He was in fact OCD about cleanliness. He liked everything a certain way. He exerted control in all aspects of his life and surroundings.

The steam rushing off the hot shower soothed his aching muscles. Another reason he liked running was because it made him appreciate a hot shower even more.

After his shower, he grabbed his sweaty clothes and neatly folded them before setting them in the hamper for dirty clothes. He walked back into his closet and meticulously scanned the articles of clothing. He finally settled on a rather expensive grey suit and black shoes. After dressing, he combed his hair, a few inches of bangs dangled carelessly over his stormy eyes.

Stepping into the kitchen he was greeted with the smell of eggs, oatmeal and tea. His housekeeper had just finished pouring the tea and was now leaning against the opposite counter from the breakfast bar.

"Thanks." He stated and sat down to eat. If had known the man was this good at cleaning and cooking he would have hired him years ago.

"You're welcome." The young man stated grinning cheekily. He pulled his phone out and glanced through his schedule for the day. Meetings.

Great.

He despised the meeting with he had to begin the day. He was refusing a merger and refusing to allow his company to be acquired. When he first heard, he simply stared at the board of directors. He wouldn't be bought and he would let what he built be run by anyone else. He worked hard after coming from nothing. This was his. Regardless, he figured for appearance sake, he could meet with the CEO of the other company.

What could it hurt?

Then he had an interview with some college newspaper person. He heard from the outreach department she called over fifty times wanting to interview him. He was impressed with her determination and persistence yet annoyed.

As the SUV parked, he turned to Mikasa, "Feel free to take a long lunch, Mikasa."

"Sir." She acknowledged.


Historia's eyes washed over the height of the building. It ascended upward into the clouds it seemed. I'm not ready to do this. A lump formed in her throat as she stood on the sidewalk staring. Damn Ymir for getting sick.

Slowly she put one foot in front of the other, like baby steps and began moving.

The main lobby was modest, white tile throughout the room and elevators along the backside of the wall. There ware also security guards stationed as well as a sign indicating which floor each department was on.

"Can I help you?" One of the security guards asked as she approached. He was much older but still made her nervous.

"I'm going to the main office." Historia said with a smile.

The guard eyed her small form and shrugged. "I'm sorry but high school tours aren't allowed up there."

Being short was definitely a curse. She got it everywhere she went. She passed for a high schooler and it was somewhat embarrassing. She sighed and began digging her bag for the press pass. She showed it to the security guard and explained, "My friend was supposed to get an interview but she's sick and scheduled me to handle it instead."

He studied the pass and smiled before handing it back. "No worries, I'll take you myself. Sorry for mistaking you for a student."

"It happens more often than you'd think." She chuckled. He called for the elevator and they stepped in. "If you don't mind me asking, what is he like?"

The guard glanced at her, guessing she was nervous and advised her, "Just remember he's particular. He doesn't like rudeness or people who don't cover their mouth when they sneeze. Otherwise you should be fine."

She didn't consider herself rude in the least and she thanked heavens she wasn't born with allergies.

The main office was decorated with shades of grey and a few abstract paintings hanging along the back wall behind the main desk. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, a long rug lined the floors. Historia felt the lump grow again.

She stepped out with the security guard and he introduced her to the desk worker. The woman was tall and smiled widely.

"I'm so sorry, his last meeting isn't over. Can I get you anything while you wait?" She was kind and her tone gentle, but she was all business. She wore a silver necklace with a single pearl and earrings to match. Her dark red hair was pulled back from her face and she wore a black simple dress.

"No thank you, I'll just sit." Historia answered and retreated to a nearby seat. The security guard nodded and head back to the elevator.

Historia pulled her phone out and notepad that contained all the questions. She glanced at the first few before she heard, "Ms. Reiss, Mr. Ackerman will see you now." Her hand trembled slightly. This was it.

The woman led her down a hallway before opening the door revealing a huge room. On the opposite side of the room was a man staring out the window opposite of the door. He must've not heard her enter. The door closed behind her, startling her and with a quick shuffle she was thrown forward with a loud OOMF!

Crap!


Author's Note: Don't hate me.