She was wearing a blue button-down, sleeves were rolled up and the sweat hung the cloth to her body. She took aim and sliced another log perfectly, it split and fell on the grass. Taking the moment, she rubbed her arm over her brows hoping to wipe off the sweat.
Eren was inside getting out from his bath. He draped the towel against his waist and tied it there. Stepping out from the steam and water, a trail of which followed his footsteps as he went to the closet. His hair was sticking to his body and his well-defined body was on full display. Nearly spending a full minute trying to locate his clothes, he sighed and went downstairs. Stepping outside the wind made him slightly shiver.
"Mikasa, what did you do with my clothes?" He called. She didn't hear and continued to do her work.
He scratched the side of his head and considered the possibilities. Why would she hide them? That was unlike her in every sense, unless. . .
He looked down at himself and basically checked himself out. He was so engrossed in everything that he hadn't even bothered to look at himself, `now it dawned on him how his body had shaped itself. From defined abs to firm muscles, if anything he could remember was this being considered attractive.
His face lit up as an idea formed. He knotted the towel properly around his waist and went barefoot where she was. He stopped a few steps away from her and purposefully stretched out his arm and touched the back of his neck. The aim was to casually appear like he was thinking, but with full intentions of showing off his figure.
"Mikasa, do you know where my clothes went?" He spoke rather loudly.
This time she stopped and looked up.
To his disappointment, she looked unfazed. She tapped her finger on her chin and leaned on the axe's handle.
"How would I know that?" She retorted, there was no hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Oh, okay, yeah why would you know. . ." he muttered to himself as dejection settled in. His arms laid limp and his head dropped a little low as wet hair clung to his face. So much for trying to determine if she found him attractive, she didn't even bat an eye.
"Perhaps it's your hair blocking your vision," she offered, a little confused by the sudden shift in his mood. He looked a lot more enthusiastic just a few seconds ago, what happened? She studied his face, the action would cause him to feel more self-conscious given his intentions.
"Maybe it is," he idly followed, drawing the strands behind his ears.
She cleared the tree stump of the logs and beckoned him closer. "Sit, let me try something."
He hesitated for a moment, but followed through and sat where she had indicated. His back showed every intricate line of its defined muscular curves. He slouched a little over and supported his elbows on his knees.
"Why did you grow out your hair, anyway?" She asked, dragging her hand through his hair and pulling back. The force she applied made him straighten up and nearly fall back. Her fingers lingered on the tip of his ears, as she continued to gather the strands in one place.
"I just stopped caring, I think," he phrased it calmly, but his mind kept going to how close his head was to her chest. His thoughts were further flared by the soft touch of her hands and every other instant, as he continued to be wrapped further in them.
She balled up his hair in a bun and twisted it so it wouldn't fall apart immediately.
"This should help," she felt rather proud of her work.
He didn't react as her words weren't heard, he was still lost in his own thoughts. Little confused she leaned closer, her face was mere inches away from his ears and she positioned her hand on his forearm.
"It's done, are you listening?" She whispered, hoping he wouldn't be startled but would actually hear her.
He snapped out immediately, feeling her breath on his ear. He looked to where she stood, as his eyes trailed up. From sweat-dampened shirt clinging to her chest to her smooth neck, soft lips and all the way up to her intense eyes. She was looking at him, a bit confused and he returned the stare with his newly developed appreciation. There wasn't much space between their faces and he noticed it, before his thoughts caused him to do something, he looked away and quickly got up.
"Yes, this should help," he quietly added, trying to compose himself.
"Good," she shook off the weird atmosphere and busied herself with cutting wood again.
He took in a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. When he felt like he could face her, he turned back but he underestimated his attraction. He was rather mesmerized by the sight of her angling the axe and with near-perfect accuracy splitting it in half. He did remember in the moment how he used to be jealous of her, now he had rather embraced it.
She had to stop chopping wood due to his intense stare, she turned to him and wondered what even was his expression.
"Is something the matter?" She prodded, feeling concerned.
He shook his head and looked to the side.
This was going to be a lot harder than he had anticipated.
Author's note: Hope you enjoyed xD Tbf long-haired Eren is hot and all but Mikasa's abs He just wanted to know if she found him attractive but ended up playing himself .
Let me know what you think ~