Historia sees Mikasa first.
She's got her bag slung over her shoulder and her eyes are focused on whatever she has going on on her phone.
Jean comes up behind her, wrapping both arms around her waist and nuzzling his nose into her hair.
Mikasa ducks away from him, pushing him off of her, but the coy smile tugging at her lips gives her away.
She's enjoying this.
Historia grins at their display before Mikasa catches sight of her. Her face lights up and she waves.
Briefly, she turns back to Jean and the two exchange a few words.
Jean reaches out, cupping her face, before he leans in for a kiss.
The two of them break away from each other, with eye contact that lingers a split second more, and then Mikasa is jogging in Historia's direction.
"Have you seen Eren?" she asks, once Mikasa is in range.
"I haven't," Mikasa says. Her brows draw closer. "Why? Is something wrong? He said he took you to his house last night." One perfect eyebrow raises in a silent question.
"It wasn't like that!" Historia fumbles to clear the misconception, face burning. "Nothing happened!"
Well, things had happened. Just nothing like… that.
"Nothing's wrong," Historia says honestly. "I just… wanted to talk to him."
Mikasa nods, but doesn't press the issue further.
"Have you texted him?" she asks.
"I…" She hadn't and she immediately feels stupid for it. "No. I… wanted to talk to him in person." Her hand slips into her pocket anyways.
It falls away when she sees him.
He's weaving his way through the crowd.
Historia's breath catches and she slips away from Mikasa, unwilling to wait for him to come to her.
He sees her and stops in his tracks. She runs to him before he can react to her, throwing her arms around him.
He wraps his arms around her in return, kissing her forehead and tucking her head under his chin.
She grins against his neck, sliding her arm around his waist and leaning into his side.
She feels at home.