Author's note:
Hey everybody! This is my first time writing a fanfiction, and I STILL can't figure out how to work with this account properly.
Funny because I originally typed this by hand (then losing the document) before I gave up and just decided to copy paste it.
Be sure to post a review (so I know you guys out there exist) Seriously though, there's not enough Mikasa/Annie and Yumikuri fanfics out there, geez.
Plus I'll be the first one to write a Hanji/Petra! (this is literally a pure shojo-ai fanfic, goodness...)
Anyways, enjoy!
Update: Fixed it up a tiny bit to be neater.
Chapter 1: Meeting
Mikasa Ackerman stepped out of her car, dropping her two legs on the rough pavement of the parking lot. She took a moment to stretch herself after having to drive herself for hours to reach the dorm building next to her school. It was getting late and she could already see the sunset light the dimming sky. The dormhouse was quite bigger than she expected, looked more like a hotel.
"Art school..." Mikasa thought. She wondered how it would be like. Unfortunately for her, the closest university was kilometers away from her original house. She had to drive for hours through traffic and she was exhausted. It was getting dark, too.
She took out her luggage from the car, then slammed the doors shut and locked them with her car keys. She double-checked to see if any of the doors were still unlocked.
Grabbing her things, she made her way to the entrance of the building.
She's never been in a women's dormitory house before, she pondered as she pushed open the glass doors. The main lobby had pristine marble flooring. Beautiful paintings were affixed clean white-painted walls, with intricate spruce wood carvings on the ceiling edges.
A dazzling chandelier hung from below the ceiling, illuminating most of the room. Large, untarnished windows beside the entrance too, exposed the nakedness of the dorm's lobby.
As she walked inside, she noticed a corridor leading to other rooms, most likely to the cafeteria, which Mikasa read in the online brochure. Potted bamboo plants were distributed across the ends and corners of the foyer. Metal doors (most likely an elevator) faced front of the attendant seated behind a counter.
The raven haired girl walked up to the green, limestone counter where awaited a petite girl in a brown hotel uniform, with hazel locks and eyes. The delighted expression complimented well with her small figure. "Hello!" said the woman "How may I help you miss?"
"Uh, hi. My name is Mikasa Ackerman. Um, I reserved my place in dorm room number 844-"
The woman temporarily ignored her, quickly inspecting her laptop. Mikasa was a bit confused, being cut-off so suddenly.
"Um, miss-"
"Ah! You must be Mikasa Ackerman of room 844! Yes, your dorm room is on the third floor. You may take the stairs going there or use the elevator. Your dorm mate is Annie Leonhart, please try to get along with her."
She reached for something inside her bag.
"Here are the keys to your room." She spoke enthusiastically as she handed the keys to the young girl. "Please enjoy your stay here!" the lady spoke with a hype that could make Mikasa feel her energy. Her aura was glowing, emitting a comforting warmth.
"Then again, that's what we all say to our guests here." the woman grinned.
Or at least was a decent enough actor.
Mikasa uttered a little smile. "Thank you, miss...?".
"Petra Ral" she replied warmly "we hope you enjoy your stay here, Miss Ackerman. Do you need anything else?"
"No. Thank you."
Bowing a little to Petra, Mikasa turned her way to the elevator. Once inside, she pressed "3" and the doors began to close. And just a little to the left, she could see Petra's never fading smile plastered on her face, still glancing at her.
She too smiled in response.
"You seemed really happy talking to her, Petra"
"Shut up, Hanji. I'm not into her."
A woman emerged from Employees Only door, the only corner that wasn't illuminated. She had steaming coffee in each hand, settling them on the counter as she sat faced her partner.
"Oh, Really? Then who ARE you into? What's your type?"
She leaned her elbows on the counter, palms on her chin. "That's none of your business."
...
Reaching the third floor, Mikasa stumbled out to see a long corridor of doors with numbers scripted on them. What was her number again?
"844, 844..." Mikasa murmured to herself, not taking any chances of losing that number. She walked through the hallway, passing more doors and more doors.
She thought about a lot of things. She thought about how her room was gonna look like.
She thought about how she could try not to mess up her first day of art school.
She thought if she could be able to get along with her roommate Annie.
"Annie" Mikasa thought. How would she be like?
She faced her dorm room, on it was embedded her room number.
"844" Mikasa whispered.
She unlocked the door with her keys as she slowly entered the room.
She peeked inside and saw a blonde girl with the most brilliant blue eyes she's ever seen. She was sitting down, reading a book on a mattress taken from one of the beds facing against each other within the room's confines.
She wore a pink shirt with blue pajamas with little kittens' faces printed on them.
"Cu-cute" Mikasa mumbled, covering her face with her hand to cover her fierce blush. She couldn't take her eyes off her, though.
"You must be Mikasa Ackerman,"
The girl's voice sounded uninterested-
"I've been expecting you."
-but she uttered a small smile nonetheless.
Regaining her composure, she replied with a little more confidence. Her eyes locked straight with the same brilliant, blue orbs.
"You must be Annie."
