A/N: Alright! So this one is pretty short, especially for me. However, I didn't really feel like I should drag it out. Otherwise, it wouldn't come out quite right. I hope you guys like it. Thanks to those who reviewed/favorited/followed!
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Summary: Mikasa gets caught wearing an article of Eren's clothes (that isn't his scarf) , but it's not what he thinks. Is it?
Word Count: 2,086
Warnings: None really.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own AoT or anything involved with it. This was written for entertainment purposes with no intent on copyright infringement.
Uncannily Unlucky
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Mikasa fell back on her bed with a huffy sigh, her knees bent and a hand propped under her head. With her free hand, the dark-haired girl played with the ends of her scarf. After a moment though, she let it drop against her chest and began counting the cob webs clinging to the corners of the ceiling. She wondered if she should clean them out. At least it would give her something to do.
Mikasa was bored.
Not just bored though, she was also alone. Mr. Yeager was gone once again to visit a patient, and they weren't expecting him to return until the next evening. Although she understood the importance of Mr. Yeager's work, Mikasa couldn't help but be upset at his consistent absence. She missed him. He'd always been so kind to her. In a way, Eren hadn't been the only one to save her. His dad - and mom by extension - played a role in that by offering her a place to live. She might've ended up as a street rat in the slums had he decided to leave her on her own.
Mrs. Yeager had gone to pick up some material for a new set of clothes for her husband and dragged Eren with her. An hour or so after that, Eren returned to the house alone saying that his mother had run into an old friend and wouldn't be back for some time.
Then, Eren had decided to find Armin to go... well, she wasn't sure. Whatever it was that Eren and Armin did when she wasn't around - which wasn't often. When Eren left, Mikasa had been in the middle of finishing the new puzzle Eren's dad had bought for her on one of his excursions, so she hadn't been bored and wanted to stay home. Now, she really wished she hadn't.
Lying around and staring wouldn't cure her boredom though. Mustering her resolve, Mikasa pushed herself up. If she was going to be bored, she might as well be productive and actually clean up those cobwebs.
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Two hours later and Mikasa had not only cleaned up all the cobwebs but was also on her way to sweeping out the entire house. So far, she'd finished with Mr. and Mrs. Yeager's room, the main room, the kitchen, the entry way, and her own room. Currently, she was about to start on Eren's room. After she finished sweeping, she would need to find something else to do as the rest of the chores had already been completed. Maybe she would reorganize her room; who knew? Maybe Eren or Mrs. Yeager would finally come back.
As soon as she set foot in her friend's room, she knew the job would be a bit bigger than she'd originally thought... which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, mind you - just unexpected. Clothes lay piled up in the corners, a couple of socks and a pair of trousers sticking out from under the bed. A few discarded pieces of crumpled paper littered the floor, and several of Eren's drawers were turned out, their contents scattered around the room.
It looked like someone had ransacked the place. What was he looking for?
Shaking herself mentally, Mikasa shrugged. It wasn't really her business, and besides, it was probably something he wanted to show Armin. Maybe that was what they did when she wasn't with them - ransack their own rooms to find something to show the other.
Regardless, Mikasa decided she would reconstruct his room for him since she didn't have anything better to do anyways. Furthermore, this was a pretty big job; he would owe her after this. Now, Mikasa wasn't a particularly vengeful person - really, she wasn't, contrary to popular belief. However, despite herself, several malicious - albeit relatively harmless - thoughts ran through her mind about the particular usefulness of having someone owe you something...
And, he would have to pay up. Mrs. Carla Yeager, a normally kind and lenient woman, rarely tolerated a messy house. If the older woman had been home, Mikasa doubted she would've let Eren leave the house with his room in such disarray. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. At times, it seemed like Mrs. Yeager could sense when part of the house was dirty. It was really quite uncanny.
One time, shortly after Mikasa had moved in to their house, she and Eren had been playing an ancient game Armin had taught them called 'Blind Man' in his room. In the game, one person had to close their eyes and count to twenty while the other person tried to creep around the room. With their eyes still closed, the person had to search around the room until they caught the other person. Earlier that day, they had built a miniature tower out of these tiny wooden beams.
Well, Mikasa was 'it' - or, the person who had to count - and Eren was the one who got to sneak around the room. She'd heard a noise to her right, so she whipped around and rushed towards the source of the noise, barreling into the tower in the process.
Now, the crash hadn't really been that loud, considering the small size of the tower, and the fall hadn't been particularly nasty either though Mikasa did acquire a small bruise on her shin. However, by the time Mikasa had regained her feet - Eren hadn't offered to help as they were still in the middle of a game, and he didn't want to give away his position - Mrs. Yeager was already coming in the door telling Eren he needed to pick it up.
Mikasa's smile widened. He would totally owe her after this.
Propping her broom against the wall, Mikasa placed the drawers back in their original slots in the battered dresser and began hastily placing the items back in the right drawers. That was when she ran into a stumbling block. Soon, she realized that one of the drawers he had sifted through was his undergarments drawer. At the thought of what she was about to do, a blush stained her cheeks. Mentally shaking herself, she berated herself. 'Get over it. It's not really a big deal, and besides, no one is here at the moment.'
She was really glad no one was around to see her tomato red face as she haphazardly stuffed the undergarments in the drawer. When she finished, unable to help herself, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was there. Ascertaining her solitude, she blew out a sigh of relief.
Frowning mentally at herself, Mikasa sat on her knees and hurriedly put away the remaining mess. However, when she tried to stand back up, her shirt snagged on a nail that was sticking out of the dresser, and by some twist of fate - Mikasa never did figure out how it happened exactly - it managed to tear her shirt completely in half. And, the stupid nail had the gall to actually scratch her skin on top of that.
A distressed sound worked its way out of the back of her throat as she clutched the tattered halves of her shirt, trying to keep them together. Sighing through her nose, she pressed her lips together. That was one of her favorite shirts too...
Carefully, Mikasa examined the thin red scratch on her stomach. At least it wasn't bleeding. She supposed it could've been a lot worse. Sure, she did like that shirt, but she wasn't seriously hurt. All she needed to do was go put on a new shirt. It was a good thing no one was home to see that happen - especially Eren. If he had been, Mikasa was certain she would've died of embarrassment. Or perhaps, she would've spontaneously combusted from the heat of her blush. Either way.
The sound of the door banging open echoed through the house.
Eyes widening, Mikasa cursed her bad luck. She shouldn't have dallied so much; she could've already been in her room by now. Thinking quickly, she plucked one of Eren's shirts from his drawer, threw off the remains of her own, and pulled the new one over her head.
Mikasa couldn't help but notice that it actually fit her quite well... It wasn't really too big for her even. Maybe a bit, but if she had a sash or a belt to tie around her waist, she wouldn't look half bad in it. Also, it was a pretty shade of blue. She must have picked it up subconsciously because it was uncanny for her to have chosen her favorite shirt of Eren's on accident.
"What are you doing?"
Oh yeah. She wasn't alone.
Another blush burning her cheeks, Mikasa whirled around to face Eren. "I- the nail- my shirt," she stuttered ever so eloquently. Frustrated, she snapped, "Why are you here anyways?"
Eren rolled his eyes at her, but she could tell he was hiding a grin. The nerve of him! He wanted to laugh at her. "I live here, remember?" he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "The better question," he continued, "is why are you wearing my shirt?"
Mikasa felt like she wanted to die. This was so embarrassing... Her eyes widened when she realized it. This was worse than embarrassing; this was karma. What else could it be?
Finally, she forced herself to answer his question. "I had to." At his dubious expression, she continued, "Your stupid dresser ripped mine, and- and you have the absolute worst timing ever."
Eren shrugged carelessly. "Sure, whatever you say."
"I'm going to go change into one of my own shirts now."
Before he could say anything else, Mikasa fled - though she adamantly told herself that she wasn't - to her room. As though it burned her, Mikasa flung Eren's shirt from herself to the opposite wall. Despite knowing and loathing how childish it was, she glared at the shirt. Stupid shirt.
To prevent anything else from going wrong, she pulled on the first shirt she found in her dresser. That was when a certain friend of hers knocked on the door. "Mikasa?"
"What do you want?" she snapped. She swore if he was there to taunt her... Or maybe he wanted his shirt. 'Well, that's fine by me,' Mikasa thought as she quickly retrieved the offending garment.
"Please open the door," Eren requested.
Taking a deep breath, she threw the door open. "What?" she ground out, clutching the shirt tightly in her hands.
Forestalling any arguments on her part, he raised a hand. "I'm not here to pick on you again." He sighed. "I'm here to thank you.. For, you know, picking up my room and everything. It was really nice."
She eyed him warily, hesitant to believe he had no ulterior motive. "It's no big deal. I was cleaning the whole house anyways."
"Whatever. I can still thank you for it," he insisted sincerely.
At the sweet look in his eye, a blush of a different sort commandeered her cheeks. "You're welcome," she mumbled, suddenly shy.
Eren smiled at her. "By the way," he continued, smile and voice turning wry. Mikasa heard warning bells going off in her head but ignored them. "Can I have my shirt back?"
Huffing indignantly, Mikasa hurled the shirt at him and slammed the door in his face. From the other side of her door, she heard a muffled, "Thank you."
The End
A/N: So there you have it. Just a short little bite, but I hope it was still kinda cute. Call it a late Christmas present. Let me know what you guys thought!
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