A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome, or welcome back! Thank you guys SO much for all the follows (almost 10 in a week!) This makes me so happy! The reviews, follows, and faves only inspire me to write more.
Anyway, here's chapter two. Please enjoy~!
*~* Week one, day one *~*
The boy's nose twitched as he woke up to the smell of coffee. His eyes adjusted to the bright apartment; he remembered the night before and sighed. So it wasn't a dream. He really is living with Mikasa now.
Eren watched her; she was faced away from him, selecting buttons on her coffee maker. Eren inhaled quietly; he loves the scent of coffee but hates the taste of it.
The apartment was nothing huge; more than sufficient for one person, a little hard but not impossible for two. When you walked in, you were basically in the living room. A big tv mounted on the wall with scattered chairs and a sofas; the largest sofa (the one Eren slept on,) was on the same side of the wall with the tv, facing the kitchen. Outside her kitchen there was a small eating table, a desk, and desktop computer and chair next to the wall of windows. On the far left of the room,
there was a small coat closet. There was really only one room in the apartment excluding the bathroom; the bedroom. Mikasa's bed basically took up the room, with a long mirror above a skinny dresser mounted horizontally on the wall. She had another closet in the bedroom for her clothes, and finally the full bathroom that connected to her bedroom. This was the standard setup for most apartments in the building; even Eren's looked almost identical to hers.
He forced himself off the warm couch and petted Vinny on the head, who laid on the ground. He came up behind Mikasa.
"Morning," he greeted with a scruffy voice, running a hand through his air.
Mikasa jumped a bit, startled. She locked eyes with the boy until she went back to making coffee.
"You scared me," she laughed. "Morning. How'd you sleep?"
Eren stretched. "I've had better nights..."
Mikasa nodded. "Um, so, have you retrieved any of your clothes from your apartment?"
Eren shook his head. "No." he sighed. "They're giving me a day to grab what I need but then I'm out of there. I'll snatch up my clothes sometime today." he looked down.
The girl nodded again.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked with a change of heart.
"Coffee," the girl replied. Eren raised an eyebrow.
"Just coffee?" he asked. Mikasa shrugged.
"Sorry, that's what I usually only have for breakfast."
"Whaaaat," Eren yawned. "That's not enough. You need protein!" he scolded, snooping around in her cupboards.
"Look all you want, but you won't find anything," she smiled.
"Damn, you have literally nothing. How do you feed yourself?"
"There's these great things called restaurants, and this other great thing called 'take out.'" Mikasa remarked.
"Yeah, but everyday?" the boy asked surprised.
She shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook."
This was true. In all the years Eren's known her, she couldn't cook a meal to save her life.
"Well then, I'm gonna go to the store and pick up a *lot* of stuff today. Maybe I'll even teach you how to cook," he grinned, grabbing an apple out of the fridge. "And uh, all the fruit in here is rotten..."
Mikasa sighed. "Throw it all out. I'm spending the day with Sasha today, so I'm not really gonna be here."
Eren frowned. "So I'm gonna be alone? What about tonight?"
"I'm working tonight," the girl reminded, pouring hot coffee in the mugs. He blinked.
Eren nodded, pouring cream in his mug. "That kinda sucks."
"Not really," the girl slightly smiled. He rolled his eyes.
Mikasa adored her job. She was an editor for the magazine, "Kyojin", and never stopped working until her work was perfect. Eren never understood why she was attached to it so much, though. He personally felt the company treated her like crap.
The brunet looked down as he felt the hot liquid travel down his throat. He cringed. He hated coffee.
"That's ok. I'll visit Armin or something. But I'm serious about teaching you how to cook some stuff," he grinned. Mikasa returned it.
"Can't wait."
Eren spent three hours in the grocery store, picking out all his favourite foods, foods of protein for Mikasa (she's been looking a little skinny lately?) and he spent well over $100 on junk food.
It took him two trips from his car to her apartment, using a shopping cart to take all the groceries. He sighed, satisfied, as all the food was finally in the kitchen. It took him another half hour to put everything away. He took a quick trip up to his own apartment to grab his clothes and other belongings. Comparing the two apartments, he will admit one thing: Mikasa's smelled a lot nicer.
He looked around the apartment. It was spotless, as usual. But it was too quiet, expect for Vinny's barks when he saw a bird on the windowsill. Normally, on Saturdays, he'd be playing Xbox, or out with Armin, or just sleeping. He was too restless to sleep now, plus that couch was a little uncomfortable, he'll be honest. No sight of any gaming consoles, so, Eren pursed his lips and picked up the phone, calling his blond best friend.
Armin laughed for the umpteenth time, biting into his sandwich.
"What's so funny?" Eren asked, annoyed. "I didn't even say anything."
Armin smiled. "I know, it's just... the thought of you living with our little Mikasa. It's humorous."
"I don't get what's so humorous about it. She's just being nice. I didn't ask for those people to come shoot in my apartment." the boy sighed, putting his head in his hand. He picked at his salad lazily.
"Yeah, I know. It's just, you and her ways of living are so different, I wonder how long it will last."
Eren raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying it's not gonna last?"
Armin shrugged. "If you want to know my opinion, Mikasa is going to go crazy living with you."
Eren narrowed his gaze on Armin's blue eyes. "Why do you say that?"
Armin sipped his soda and smiled. "Eren, look at how you live. You're my best friend and all, but you're so messy. Mikasa's a bit of a clean-freak. You let Vinny go anywhere in the house; even on the furniture. Mikasa isn't too fond of dogs. You also have different girls in your apartment like, every night. Mikasa's conservative. I'm surprised she even let you stay. Just being honest."
Eren let his friend's words skin in. It was all true, he admitted. So what? He'll make it work.
"I'll try to be less of a slob this month. Plus, she'll be on my ass about cleaning and stuff. I already know to not let Vinny on the furniture. And why would I bring any girls over? I'm living with one."
"Except the one you're living with isn't you giving you any sex. That's the difference," Armin smiled, the tips of his ears getting red. Eren pursed his lips.
"I know that. I can last a month without sex or drinking. Is that a challenge? You don't have enough faith in me." the brunet grinned. Armin shrugged.
"Just don't let your temptations ruin this."
Eren pounded his fist on the table. "Are you just dragging this all back to that one time when I had a crush on her? Ugh, you aren't gonna let that go, are you?"
Armin laughed, his cheeks a tint of red. "You've had multiple crushes on her."
"I had one. I was nine years old-"
"More than one. One when you were nine, and one when you were fifteen."
Eren's lips parted. "Why the hell do you remember these kinds of things?"
Armin smiled. "Because you guys are gonna get married one day, and I wanna be the one to say, 'I told you so.'"
"Wha- We aren't gonna get married!" Eren blushed, angry. "That'd be so fucking weird. We've been friends for so long- getting married just isn't gonna happen."
Armin nodded. "You've had a crush on her since the day you met her. It might be a small crush, but you still have one. You've had one on her for years now. Deny it all you want, but it's obvious."
Eren gritted his teeth. "You have no idea what you're talking about, smartass. Sure, maybe I had a crush on her once. I don't have feelings for her anymore." he crossed his arms, closing his eyes.
Armin nodded. "Okay, okay. ...So what if I told you she was dating Jean?"
Eren's eyes shot open. He swore his heart dropped down to his stomach. "... What?" he asked nervous.
Armin smiled. "I told you you still have feelings for her. That reaction was proof in itself," Armin motioned to Eren's shaking hands.
The boy licked his lips and breathed. He really hated his best friend sometimes. Eren leaned over the table and punched Armin in the arm.
"Don't... joke like that," he muttered, his stomach still in knots. The blond laughed.
"See! You still like her!"
"I do not! I just fucking hate Jean. He doesn't deserve a girl like Mikasa. Well actually, he doesn't deserve any girl. He's even worse than I am."
Armin chewed on his lip. "I'm not entirely sure I'm kidding, though. I heard from Marco that Mikasa and Jean have been talking a lot. He even visited her apartment not too long ago."
Eren knitted his eyebrows. He just didn't get it. What's a girl like Mikasa doing with a guy like Jean?
"... Whatever. That's none of my business. Who she dates is up to her. Even though she's making a mistake."
"Why is she making a mistake?"
"... Guys like Jean don't change. Mikasa's gonna get her heart broken. Just wait and see."
A/N: Ooo someone is hella jealous lmao
I hope chapter two was okay, I know it's not much and not a lot went on, for this I am sorry! Which is why I may post chapter three sooner than later. I literally have like, until chapter six already written, so I promise more things will be happening. Also, just a little information: Eren and Mikasa are both slightly crushing on each other in this story huehehe :D what cuties I love them both so much aaa
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