Oh!Btw, the p.o.v is usually Sasha unless otherwise stated. I really feel like no one will be able to understand my shit:/
Warnings: none !
Setting: Late in the manga, but before the time skip. Chapter 80's, then? Yes sure
Popping the Question
(Eren's POV:)
Squad Levi sat amongst themselves around a large wooden table in the temporary safety of their newest shelter. They were sharing among the most decent meal they had gotten in months, and chatter was relatively quiet, all having matured past their young years to the visions of gore and all that. The air was cooler when evening came like this, and the building creaked from it due to it's age of who knows how old. They were out of sight from the walls, and they could only see the cities on the reaching horizon. Eren Jaeger sat between his best friends, picking at his meat, bored and angry about the lack of action to the ever growing, ever confusing issues. Without thought, his hand reached for the unfamiliar warmth that covered his head. He was surprised at the length of his dark hair, it reaching down his neck now, and he marvelled how he didn't really even notice. So much time has passed since the years of training evidently, and even more had happened. He looked around at his ally's, seeing how too, their hair and even faces had changed. Even Sasha had cut her hair a while ago, he noted looking at her devour a piece of bread to her neighbor's amusement, Connie. Wait a minute.
"Hey, Connie, kinda a serious question." Eren said calmly with confusion.
The boy turned his head that was resting on his fist, "What?"
"We've be at this shit for years and like, I'm seriously wondering when the hell you have time or how you even shave your head."
Apparently, other people had wondered too, as most everyone tuned into the conversation.
Connie scowled lightly, looking at Eren's own long hair. "If you want a trim, you're gonna have to get me a knife."
"Wha-What?!"
"What? Do you want me to use the blades on the maneuver gear instead?"
Jean on the other side of table, exploded comically. "Hey! You didn't give me that choice asshole!"
Connie smirked, "That's cause you're so picky."
"You even made me ask in the middle of a mission if we could get a bathroom break, and you didn't even have to go!
Sasha laughed on his side as he replied with a evil grin, "Yeah, well you did."
Jean growled audibly. "Shut up!"
He chuckled, and Sasha doubled over laughing harder, grabbing his shoulder.
The brunette girl rose after a second and added, "Uh huh. Yet my hair still turned out better, horse face."
They continued to argue passively, and Eren turned to Armin's ear and whispered. "What the hell is going on?"
Armin's expression remained neutral as he shrugged his shoulders, but he began to play with his own long blonde locks a little bit.
Mikasa sighed to herself, reminding Eren to eat all the while. Mouth full of potato, Eren voiced his confusion: "Connie what the crap."
"Do you want a haircut or not?"
"I don't know! I didn't know that was a thing!"
"You think a horse's undercut is natural like that?" He remarked gesturing to the still pissy Jean. "Oh, please don't ask for the same. Jean copied Levi and then it would just be bad, because apparently Captain copied someone too."
"You cut Levi's hair?!", Eren exasperated.
"I know, lame side job. Someone has to do it, it's mostly because you need short hair for our lovely tasks. And they saw I could do my own so they were like, hey, that kid can do it without cutting somebody's head off. It's ironic because I did the same crap back home, but whatever. People do me favors, though."
Armin chimed in, "Yeah but like Eren said, when do you have time for any of that?"
"It takes like, a minute." Was the annoyed response.
Mikasa's tired, unconvinced voice rang in next: "How do you shave your head with a knife?"
The boy in question gave a little snort, "Huh? You don't."
"Then how-"
"I just make sure it's even."
"Ok…. but like…"
"Hey, weren't your parents blonde, Connie?" Armin questioned.
He lost his cheeriness at the mention of his folks. "Uh huh, yeah."
"Connie, you dense idiot, the fact that you have grey hair in a buzzcut 24/7 makes us question our existence." Jean finally stated plainly.
The boy's eyes widened and he blinked slowly. "Wouldn't the pony like to know."
"Yeah now that we all wanna know."
"What's it matter?" He defended.
"Why can't you just answer? Did your head get burned? Because not only would that explain the appearance, but your stupidity as well. Brain Damage."
He looked conflicted as he asked, "Wouldn't that kill me?"
"OK DESPITE THAT GEEZ" Eren yelled, growing impatient.
"I'm getting a headache. Can we go to bed now?" Sasha said, angry for whatever reason.
"If you wanna miss the answer, potato girl."
Said girl stood up at her seat, holding tightly to her empty plate, biting her lip. "Let's just drop it, ok?"
Eren asked it first: "Why?"
"Eren at this rate, I don't think you'll get a trim." She said coldly.
"I said I don't know if I want one! Armin? Mikasa?"
Mikasa sipped her water slowly, "Up to you."
"Yeah" Armin agreed. "Should-should I- I get one?"
Connie took in the hair-do of Amrin. "That would be a thing."
Armin grabbed both sides of his head, thinking deeply now.
"What are we even doing tomorrow morning?" , Sasha continued.
"Not sure, but i'm gonna cherish and take all the do nothing time I can." Jean answered, kicking back.
Agreement mumbled along the table.
Armin got out of his little daydream, "Didn't you hear? We're not set out until the afternoon, yes, but…."
Soon, the conversation went to the topic of the plans, ending in most people saying goodnight,to go hit the hay for the night at last with the sweet welcome of their available full night sleep, in, like, a year.
(Sasha POV:)
Sasha was one of the last ones to turn in, and she walked the hallway down to her the girl's lofts, she was stuck in her head, so when someone grabbed her arm even just lightly, her heart jumped.
It was a quiet tone, almost a whisper. She turned her head to her bald friend that was walking the opposite way to his loft. "Thanks, by the way."
She nodded, and felt her chest become light yet burn. "As payback, could you tell me the answer?"
She braced herself, but to her surprise he smiled. "Not now."
Her eye's sparkled in curiosity at the sense of mystery as she easily returned the smile. Without much thought, she added: "For the record, I like how you look."
A tint of pink rose onto his cheeks. "Ah... you would always look good no matter your hair too. But, don't pity me so much, I know it's not-"
"Why would I lie?!" She exclaimed suddenly.
"Because you're nice like that?"
She frowned. "That's not truly nice. You better make up for it."
"Oh boy." He replied sarcastically.
"Lemme touch it."
"Huh?"
"The potato head."
"Uh, no."
"Awh. Ok."
"...thanks. Agian."
She nodded feverishly, marveling at everything that just recently came out of her mouth. "...not now?"
"Yeah." He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, good night."
"See ya."
And with that, they went their separate ways, with a secret excitement for the future held in the pit of Sasha's wonderfully full stomach.
