A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! I'M BACK! :D I really, really, really apologize for that loooong wait like omg i haven't updated in nearly three weeks ;3; i am so sorry! ive honestly just been super duper busy with school and stuff i haven't been able to write. this chapter definitely took me the longest to write - i was working on bits and pieces here and there over those three weeks. i finally finished writing it tonight, and it ended up being so long i had to break it up into two chapters lol. so here's chapter 7, again, i am SO sorry for the wait ;w; i really do feel awful but i hope you can understand and forgive me ~!

btw - this chapter includes a lot of gushy fluffy stuff between mikasa and jean. sorry for the cheesiness in advance. also, it gets a bit nsfw, i mean not really badly but like. kissin n stuff. and the last thing is a major argument, so yeah. just a warning!

enjoy!


*~* Week Two, Day Six*~*


The next morning Eren woke up to a different view. Instead of the usual white couches and the scent of coffee, he was greeted with warm burgundy sheets and the smell of lavender. A smile grew on his face as he remembered last night, and turned over to an empty bed. He sighed, getting up and splashing some water in his face. He walked out of the bedroom and into the main room, to see Mikasa sipping coffee and typing on her computer.

"Morning," he greeted, opening the fridge.

"Morning," the girl greeted back. She noticed Eren wasn't wearing a shirt, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. When he turned around to look at her, he noticed and laughed.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" he grinned, full well knowing. Mikasa widened her eyes and blushed, looking away.

"... Nothing..." she cleared her throat.

"Mmhmm..." he smiled, pouring cereal in his bowl.

Mikasa rolled her eyes and caught sight of her phone. A pang of remembrance shot through her and she sighed.

"Hey... Eren..." she started. He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and walked over to the table.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Um... I'm gonna need you out of the apartment today..."

Eren cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" he laughed.

"Um... uh... cleaning... I need to clean this place. It's a mess."

The boy stopped chewing. He looked at her suspiciously and then looked around the apartment, then back at her. "Mikasa, this place is spotless..."

She shifted nervously. "Well... yeah.. but I mean like, really clean it, like... vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen, and... uh, rearranging things..."

"Oh..." he chewed. "Well, I'd love to help!"

She immediately shook her head. "No, no, it's best if I do it alone..."

"No, really, I insist. It's the least I could do. Also, it sounds like fun."

"Eren, really," she laughed. "Really, I just wanna do it alone. I... uh, I need some time to think about some things and clear my head... So if you don't mind... I'd like to just do it alone..."

The room was silent for a few seconds. "Oh. Okay... I guess..." he looked down at his cereal, disappointed he couldn't spend the day with her. He was planning to make today the first full day they could spend together... and now he would be able to because she wanted to... clean?

He sighed. Whatever.

"Alright... well... when's a good time to leave?" he fake laughed.

"Errm... 12, I'll probably start getting ready- I mean, uh, cleaning, I'll, yeah, I'll probably start getting ready to clean at 12... yeah..." she sighed.

He studied her one more time and nodded. "Okay..."


By 11:30, the brunet zipped up his coat and snapped on his watch, getting ready to leave.

"You and Armin hanging out?" the girl cocked her head as she held the door.

"Mm? Yeah, actually, he suggested going to that new art museum... the uh, Museum of The SL?"

Mikasa dropped her jaw slightly. "N-No fair! I've been wanting to go there so badly!" she exclaimed. Eren chuckled.

"Cleaning can wait till tomorrow, seriously, you should come with Armin and I. We haven't spent the day all together in months; plus the museum is close to that Italian restaurant you like." he smiled.

Mikasa knitted her eyebrows and sighed, defeated. Oh how badly she wanted to go!

"Sorry, Eren, but I'm just gonna stay inside and clean," she laughed sadly.

He scrunched his nose. "Lame." he sighed, almost irritated. He walked out of the apartment and down the hall, until she couldn't see him anymore. Mikasa shut the door and leaned against it, covering her face with her hands. This date better be good.


The girl took a long shower to sort through her thoughts, and picked out an outfit. Deciding an outfit she was satisfied with took her at least 20 minutes, putting on makeup ten, making sure everything in her apartment was where it was needed to be, five. Satisfied, she was about to rest on the couch when there was a knock. The sudden noise made her jump as she checked the time- 12:50PM. He was kinda of early; not that she was complaining.

Quietly walking to the door, she checked through the peephole to see if it was him. Sure enough, it was. And he was holding flowers.

A shaky, nervous Mikasa straitened her skirt and button down, pulled her socks up, and opened the door.


"... Cleaning?" Armin laughed, observing the mosaics on the walls.

"Yeah, can you believe that? Cleaning. Her apartment is spotless. And I mean spotless in every sense of the word. She's lying about something."

Armin sighed. "I just don't see any logical reason for her to lie, though?"

Eren shook his head. "Me either. All 's I know is she said she wanted, "time to think" or some shit like that."

The blond laughed. "Maybe she just really needed a day away from you."

Eren pursed his lips. "You know, for a best friend, you do an awful job."

Armin laughed again. "Why don't we grab some lunch and then check out the gift shop. Maybe you can pick up something for her?" he suggested.

"Yeah."


"He smells nice," was the first thing that ran through her mind when he walked in.

"Hey, Mikasa!" Jean handsomely grinned, hugging her tightly.

"Hi, Jean!" she greeted warmly, accepting the embrace. He let go and handed her the flowers.

"I uh, I got these, and thought they looked nice, so..."

It was a full bouquet of fresh, vibrant red roses. Mikasa gasped and smiled widely. "Jean, they're beautiful..." she beamed.

"Just like you..." he whispered, smiling, stepping closer to tuck some hair behind her ears. The girl blushed and laughed.

"Thank you for them. I'm gonna go put them in some water."

"'Kay."

They walked over to the kitchen and Mikasa carefully filled a vase up with water, and arranged the flowers into it.

"Hmm. I think they need to be trimmed a little," she thought as she brought out a pair of scissors. While she was trimming at the counter, she felt his hands snake around her waist. She bit her lip and smiled, feeling his lips trail across her neck.

"Whadda wanna do after this?" she asked. Jean lightly bit his lip.

"You..." he whispered, so quiet she didn't even hear it. Mikasa turned her head.

"How does this look?" she asked.

Jean nodded. "I like it." Mikasa smiled.

"Thank you again. So really, did you have anything in mind you wanted to do?" she turned to him, placing her hands in his.

"Not really, babe, I just wanted to hang out with you for the day," he smiled. She returned it.

"Alright, well are ya hungry?" she walked over to the fridge.

"Yeah, a bit. Let's make some lunch."


"Eren! Put that down!" the blue-eyed boy scolded his best friend again. Eren rolled his eyes and stopped shaking the snow globe.

"I just wanted to see if it works."

Armin rolled his eyes. "Have you picked out anything for her yet?" he asked. Eren shook his head.

"No... and hey, this isn't for her, it's for me, too." the brunet defended.

"Eren, you don't even know what museum we're in. You bought tickets hoping she would go. Because you wanted to spend the day with her."

"A-And you!" Eren exclaimed. Armin smiled and rolled his eyes again.

"Ready to admit you love her yet?" he asked.

Eren snorted. "Ha! As if. Living with her only proves that-"

"That you're madly and embarrassingly in love with her?"

"... that she's so not my type."

"Eren, your type is anything female."

"Look who's talking, mister, 'I've never had a girlfriend.'"

Armin laughed. "Whatever. Just pick something out. I wanna stop by one more exhibit before we leave."


"Wait wait wait, so you and Marco stole that entire thing?" Mikasa laughed, holding her stomach.

"Yes! I'm telling you, it was hilarious. And then get this- the cops show up. Marco's shitting his pants. I thought I was gonna faint. They pull up, and suddenly Marco starts hyperventilating. Like straight up," Jean laughed. Mikasa covered her mouth in anticipation.

"And so like, I didn't know what he was doing at the time, but he starts having these like, full out mini panic attacks. And he's on the sidewalk, flailing, crying, almost screaming, and in the middle of it all, I turned to the cop and yelled, 'Holy shit! Call the cops!' right to his face. Long story short, instead of getting caught, we actually got police escorted to the hospital for Marco. It was insane."

Mikasa couldn't stop giggling. The story wasn't even that funny- she was just happy. This boy made her so happy.

"Oh my gosh," she laughed. "That sounds pretty insane." she covered her mouth with her two hands when she smiled, and Jean gently pulled them off.

"Don't cover your smile," he whispered. Mikasa took her hands off her mouth and blushed. Jean leaned over and pecked her on the lips.

"That was a good meal," he stretched, satisfied.

"I'm glad!" she beamed, picking up the plates and setting them in the sink, silently thanking the grocery store next to her apartment for always having ready-to-eat sandwiches. "Wanna just watch some tv?" she suggested. Jean smiled.

"I'd love to."


Eren groaned in boredom. "Are you finished looking at sketches of weird ass creatures?" he asked. Armin pointed to a piece of paper on the wall framed in glass.

"Look, Eren. This was speculated to have been drawn by a solider of the Scouting Legion. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, -"

"Weird titan things roamed the Earth, humanity was almost lost if it weren't for the Scouting Legion, blah blah blah. I know. I learned all this stuff in history class every year." Armin smiled at his friend's remembrance.

"Yeah, I guess we can go, since you're just so anxious to see your girlfriend." he sighed, exiting the room. Eren pursed his lips.

"She's not my girlfriend."


Mikasa tried watching tv. She really did.

They flipped through the channels continuously, unable to find something good to watch. Finally she stopped at some 50's sci-fi movie that looked somewhat interesting. Two minutes into the movie, and she was well aware of his hand on her leg.

Though inexperienced and nervous, Mikasa got the hint and scooted closer to him. Jean nuzzled his nose in her hair, whispering sweet things in her ear that made her heart flutter. In no time her eyes were closed; she was unconscious of everything except his hands.

Somehow, in a spam of minutes, she was laying down on the couch, Jean on top. He was kissing her down her neck; forcefully; hungrily, even. Mikasa thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest every time she felt his lips come in contact with her skin. "You're so pretty..." he whispered, sucking her neck. Slowly, his fingers trailed down to the buttons on Mikasa's blouse- and she panicked. She didn't know why she did, but it happened. Her hands stopped his from unbuttoning, and in a flurry of thoughts, she unexpectedly pinned him down, molding her lips against his. Jean's eyes widened but he quickly grinned, liking the feeling of her taking over. He couldn't help but laugh and she joined in.

"Mmm... you're cute," he laughed. Mikasa tucked some hair behind her ears. It flowed down all the way to his chest and he ran his fingers through it.

"I think my hair is getting too long..." she sighed. Jean immediately shook his head.

"It's perfect, ... I like it long..." he complimented. Mikasa smiled.

"Alright then."

She leaned down again and placed her lips on his. The boy moved his hands down her figure, toying with the elastic band of her skirt. He rubbed her sides as he bit her lip, and Mikasa arched into him. Mikasa's hands ran up his chest, and Jean quickly stripped off his tshirt, savoring the feeling of her touch on his skin. He kissed her with even more force this time, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

"Mmm..." he sighed. Mikasa's knee was placed in the middle of his legs and he sucked her neck again, making her laugh. She was kissing him again-

That's when she heard the click.

Her eyes shot open as they trailed to the door; recognizing what that click meant. Who was there? Eren? A rush of paranoia flew over her; yet the way Jean was touching her, she was losing senses to think straight.

Yet, her senses weren't wrong.

"Hey Mikasa! Check out this cool little thing I got you from... the... museum..." The brunet boy bursted in with excitement, but it quickly turned to confusion and then anger as he saw the display in front of him.

Mikasa immediately broke away from Jean's lips, her heart beating fast. Eren's mouth was parted, and his head felt dizzy.

Mikasa... kissing Jean? Did I just walk in on... Mikasa... kissing Jean?

"E-Eren!" she exclaimed, not even wanting to know what shade of red her face was stained. "W-What're you... W-why..."

The boy pursed his lips and regained his thoughts. He walked calmly, closer towards them, even though on the inside, he was raging.

"Armin and I came back from the museum earlier than planned," he crossed his arms. "How's uh, your cleaning going, Mikasa?" he asked, his lips pressed in a thin line. He stared at Jean. The girl caught sight of his knuckles; they were clenched so hard they were turning white. She grew even more worried.

"Ahh... Umm..." she started to get off Jean, and he groaned.

"Listen, Jaeger," he stood up. He was taller than Eren, but not by much. "I don't know why you're here, or what you're talking about, but you need to get out."

Laughing.

Eren started laughing in his face. Mikasa could only sit there and watch.

"I need to get out? Me?" he asked. "No, no, listen, you sonofabitch. You're lucky you haven't been thrown out those fucking windows yet. You're the one who needs to go. You're the one who needs to leave." Eren spat out angrily, inches away from Jean's face.

Jean balled up Eren's collar in his fist. "You fucking..." but before he could finish, Mikasa stood up.

She placed her two hands on Jean's one. Eren watched as something as simple as her touch made him let go. Eren also watched her hands holding his tightly.

Jean looked down at her. "Maybe you should go..." she whispered. Jean took one more look at Eren, and one more look at her.

He practically growled. Eren watched him pick up his tshirt. Before he left the room, he pointed up Mikasa's chin, and locked lips with hers, making sure Eren saw. He lasted the kiss out as long as he could, Mikasa not moving. When he broke away, he whispered, "Hey, I'll text you beautiful," in her ears, and walked off, smirking at a furious Eren.


They stood there in silence for at least a minute straight, Mikasa staring at the floor and Eren staring at her. Both their hearts were beating fast; both did not want to talk.

Finally, the raven-haired girl broke the silence of the deafening atmosphere.

"Um..." she bit the inside of her lip.

"Why." Eren didn't ask; he stated.

Mikasa dreaded the moment she had to look up at him.

"Why? Why what?" she asked, irritated.

Eren quietly growled, growing angrier every minute. "Why?! Why Jean, of all people?" he asked. "W-"

"Why, what, Eren? Why what?" she asked, ticked off.

"Y-You know what I'm talking about! Why Jean? W- What's your interest in him? What do you see in him?" Eren asked, nostrils flaring.

"Wh- What? W- Why do you care? That's none of your business!"

Eren's eyes narrowed. Because she was right. It isn't any of his business. And he hated it. He hated her so much right now.

"Whatever! At least I don't act like a little kid every time someone compliments me. Like god, get over yourself!" he yelled. Mikasa knitted her eyebrows.

"W-What's that even supposed to mean?"

"It means at least I can get laid without even needing to know her name, miss pretentious," he spat.

She balled her hands up in fists. "You know what Eren? Why don't you just go fuck every girl in lower Manhattan? God knows you already have!"

He clenched his teeth. "You're such an idiot!" he screamed, anger overflowing his thoughts. "Jean's probably getting his sucked by another girl right now, who thinks the exact same as you. Gpd, least I don't invite some creep over to make out with and pretend they care about me for attention!"

"Attention?!" she seethed. "What... what attention? Do you seriously think I'm with Jean because I want your attention?" her entire body was shaking with rage. "News flash, Eren! Not everything revolves around a girl trying to get your attention!" tears were pricking at her eyes. "Jean... he actually cares about me. He pays attention to me! More than any of my friends ever have!"

He could see tears swelling in her eyes, and his anger was quickly placed with guilt.

"Gch..." his breath hitched. Mainly because.. he just couldn't say anything. This all went way too far. This wasn't his business in the first place; and now he made her cry.

"Mika-"

"No. Get out. Just..." she bit her lip again, so hard she tasted blood. "Get. Out."

Eren swallowed and looked at her one more time. She had her back faced to him. He decided it would be best to leave. So he did. And as soon as that apartment door shut; she collapsed.


UGH! my poor mikasa ;u; don't cry bby ill cuddle you ;u; ugh but yeah like damn eren chill

even though this is chapter 7, to me, it's more like a part of chapter 7. chapter 8 will be posted tomorrow, so be sure to read it to find out what happens next!

i hate to write them fighting ;/ i promise they'll make up... or will they :D

anyways, yeah! i'd absolutely love to get some feedback! reviews/faves/follows all make me feel v happy u/u tell me what you think of this chapter, or of eren and mikasa! (or hey, even jean! pfft) i love reading all reviews!

also, i may be posting some other eremika stories on my account, since i already have a billion other oneshots already written that are kinda just laying around in my phone haha. i just need motivation u feel

until next time! thank you again for reading, and don't forget to tell me what you think!

- kyoko