Mikasa's mattress was right under the window, while Eren's was across the room in the corner. He had opted to sleep there saying how he didn't want the sunshine to wake him up. However, she figured it was due to him trying to distance himself; as to why he wanted this? She could only guess so much.

Taking in a deep breath she allowed sleep to take her. Soon her dreams turned into the reality she saw sitting on Flying titans back, words kept echoing asking her to kill him. She had to kill him. But she kept shouting why her? Why was this such a cruel faith bestowed on her?

"Mikasa?"

She gasped opening her eyes. Her arm was stretched out trying to hold on to something; someone? Her vision adjusted and she saw his face illuminated by the pale moonlight. He was leaning over her with his hand resting next to her waist, his concern was evident in every feature and his hair fell like a waterfall.

She touched her head and tried to remember. "Bad dream?" She found herself asking, looking at him as if he knew the answer.

He scratched the side of his cheek and looked to the window. He then turned back to her, his eyes filled with newfound vigour.

"Whatever it was, you're here. You're fine," he rationalised with a soft smile. It was a sweet lie.

"Am I though?" She idly pondered staring at the ceiling. "I don't think I'll ever be fine."

Eren continued to stare at her face. His gaze lingered on her lips as he took in the softness and thoughts corresponding to it. He noticed how pretty her black hair looked under the moonlight, how loosely the cotton white dress covered her chest. Where was he looking?

He blinked several times and sat up straight, trying his hardest to not look at her. She didn't notice the sudden change, her mind was still rampaging about the 'dream' of reality.

"I'll bring you some water to drink, it should help." He said clearing his throat.

She nodded, her arm rested on her forehead as she forced her eyes shut. He returned a few minutes later carrying the glass and she got up to drink it. Neither really had anything to say, she simply laid down again. He pulled the blanket over her, against his better judgement decided to study her again.

"Why is happiness so short?" She randomly asked, looking at the moon through the window.

He stumbled for a minute, unsure of how this talk would turn out. But even then he realized how fond he had become of randomly talking to her about anything. The conversation didn't even have to hold meaning, he simply enjoyed it.

"Well if everything was happy then won't it just lessen truly happy moments," he said trying to sound smart.

Her eyes met his, unlike his, hers were still strained from everything she had seen.

"I wouldn't mind that," she muttered, mostly to herself.

What was wrong with him? His heart leapt the moment their eyes met and he consumed the sight of her searching for consolation.

Before he could think about what he was going to do, his hand moved on its own and it tangled itself in her hair. Her face turned to confusion, as he grew a little softer with administration. He ran his hand through her hair and she didn't stop him, rather titled her head to the side. His body was again leaning over her, this time his face was a lot closer as his hair tickled her neck.

"I want to see you happy," he spoke as his voice grew quieter, he was again lost in the trance as his entire focus fixated on her.

"I could say the same to you," she whispered to herself, looking to her side and her head titled further. She could feel his palm somewhat touching her neck.

"But we both know that isn't possible," she added with her voice taking a sharper turn.

He stopped moving and withdrew back.

There wasn't much that could be said except a gentle good night.

Authors note: Tbh no matter how much you try there is just something sad about Eren and Mikasa and whatever became of their relationship. Even when writing fluffy fanfic it's so hard to not go there :(((

Any situation/ scenario you'd like to see them in ~