Thanks for waiting! My finals are OVER! Yay!
Eren's mind unconsciously wondered to the incident, seeing Mikasa leaving the Corporal's office. As he recalled, Mikasa resented him, so why? Eren decided to shrug it off as he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast after taking a shower and a change of clothes.
As he sat down with his usual group of friends, Eren couldn't see Mikasa. In fact, she wasn't in the dining hall at all. He wanted to ask but heard Jean say something about transferring. Almost immediately, Eren turned to his right and questioned Armin.
"Oh, didn't you know Eren? Mikasa was transferred to the Special Operation squad and will be training under the Corporal personally..." Armin explained.
"Lucky man.. my Mikasa..." Eren heard Jean murmured.
And with that, he left the dining area, to spot the two said people together. Gritting his teeth, he left.
Rivaille observed as Mikasa completed his training course, he could tell that the girl wasn't doing it wholeheartedly, and he knew the very cause of it. By then, it was five in the evening, he ordered Mikasa to stop and sit beside him on the ready chairs near the horse stables.
"Ackerman, you aren't focus..."
"I'm sorry..."
Rivaille's eyes widen slightly, surprised that she actually apologized... to him. Now he knows something is really wrong. He sighed.
"It's because of that Brat... isn't it?"
Mikasa faced down, showing no response.
"Listen well Ackerman, I'm not the type to say but... we are similar. In ways more than one. That's why... if there is anything, come to me. I know I'm distant, but I'll try to help... as I've lost far to many comrades before... and that I don't want you to end up like me in the future..."
Mikasa started releasing her tears after hearing those words. Rivaille glanced at her at her and patted her head. He would let her cry it all out in this very moment... then he heard a soft thank you, muffled from Mikasa's lips. A small, barely noticeable smile crept onto his face.
Later that night, Eren was shifting uncomfortably on his bed, turning from side to side. He couldn't sleep. His thoughts kept on drifting to the words Armin had said.