"I didn't think that," he admitted, looking to his side. The reverse of their positions did unsettle his confidence in his words. In his youngest memories, he always felt threatened by Mikasa's strength but he now appreciated it. Even found it admirable, how her fist nearly broke the wooden wall.
"You don't know either. It's okay, we'll figure it out. . ." she trailed off, observing his emotionally mixed face. The green litheness of his eyes followed her, encompassing a newly acquired gentleness to his sharp features.
Neither of them knew how to continue the conversations, where Mikasa kept him pinned to the wall. As Eren stared down at her with a fondness, as if he was seeing her. Not the badarse, not the soldier, not the childhood friend; but Mikasa, the one who cared about him. The feeling of care felt so foreign, where before all his heart contained was comradery and humanity.
He watched her lips part, as if she wanted to assert but found nothing backing it. Her lips looked soft, and he personally could guarantee it. Unlike before, there was no pinkish colour coating them. He was close, he could tilt his head forward and their lips could meet again. An act he wanted to carry out now.
She could see him studying her lips, feeling a blush growing when she actualized his intentions. A little standing on her toes and she could meet him halfway there, but the context held them in place.
But the moment was broken, they could hear their friends approaching. Mikasa withdrew her arms and held them against herself. She aimlessly looked between Eren and the door. Not sure what to do, what should she do? There was an inherent embarrassment in having others see her like that.
Eren turned and rubbed the back of his head, feeling the silkiness of his growing hair. Soon his hair would reach his shoulders, a look he was interested in continuing. He knew they would soon appear, but he didn't want to leave the moment. Yet she moved away, following the same course of action he walked past her.
There was so much left unsaid, but neither had it in them to show 'this' in front of others. Finding distancing themselves to be the better alternative. Eren looked back, a slight longing in his eyes and Mikasa's stopped her hand from extending.
"See you later," Eren placed his final words with tenderness and a smile. He walked away into the shadows of the room, followed by unlocking the door.
Mikasa stood still in her spot and clutched her scarf. In mere moments her gang of friends came barging inside, turning the lights on and demanding what she was doing. To which she had no answer, where she kept her mouth covered by her scarf.
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