SNK © Hajime Isayama

Disclaimer: The song lyrics are NOT mine, these belongs to their corresponding compositors/authors and record labels.

Warning: Reiner x Mikasa, Contemporary AU, song-fic or something like that and smut.

Note: I'm not a native english speaker so I may have a lot of mistakes! Your corrections would help me a lot. Thanks~

EDIT: So, i have to crop the song lyrics 'cuz i'm violating the guideliness. I quoting some lyrics of the songs with its autor/singer/band. but MAYBE I gonna remove it so from FFN..., I'm in AO3 ~ ;3;


KARAOKE

Heavy Waves

...

The day had been exceptionally exhausting, her clients didn't even let her rest to eat lunch, her feet ached and she was sure that she would need to soak her swollen feet in warm water and put some bandages on her feets. feet of it. She could not bear the pain, wearing those new heels for the committee meeting was a bad idea, however the day wasn't difficult due to the pain in her feet and how productive she was in the real estate company, but had officially arrived in her hands Sasha and Niccolo's wedding invitation. She would be happy for the event but it only undermined in her heart an immense sadness for her recent break with Eren who, now, would be a father along with Historia, one of her closest friends of hers.

The news of her had hit her like a train: unforeseen, fast and hard that she totally pulled her out of the world of order and stability of hers that she had slowly built after her breakup with Eren. The news had left her in shock since even in the bottom of her heart she hoped that he would seek her and they would start a relationship from scratch, but now all hope was foolish.

She always knew. Eren only had eyes for Historia. They were both the same, they both couldn't bear the idea of living like everyone else or as everyone else said. They understood each other more than Mikasa could understand Eren, it didn't matter if she had done her best to get closer to him. It was not in her destiny to be with him forever. However she wasn't ready, she never was but now she had to face what it was always there and that left her totally exhausted.

The news that Eren and Historia would be parents had come through Connie's mouth that he could not keep the secret that Armin, Jean and Sasha had jealously guarded weeks ago. Mikasa held back the tears, enough not to make Connie feel even worse, who was beaten to death by Jean who ran to support her but she just wanted no one to see her cry so, with that stoic look on her face, got standing up, told everyone she was fine and needed to rest so she grabbed her bag and went out onto the street where she took the first taxi that passed.

She wanted a drink.

She arrived at the nearest bar in the area where she would remove her heels at the bar and have a cocktail, two or three drinks, ask for the bill, pay, put her shoes back on and leave the bar to order a taxi or a travel service of application. She would arrive safely home and in the course of it she would accept the failure with the person she loves the most in the world; but when she entered the bar, she noticed that everyone who gathered there was unusually quiet and then got up from their seats and grabbed the open mic and sing karaoke.

She looked at the shiny bar signs.

[Drink and Sing] [Karaoke for drunk friends] [Sing for other drunks and you will get a free shot]

An unusual bar. Mikasa felt a bit gratified by this surprise that although it didn't lift her mood but it did make her feel a little more comfortable in an environment in which she didn't usually enjoy even with friends.

She heard applause and some cheers from customers who gathered next to the small stage that was adorned by the pixelated images of the video projector, the main lights were turned off and only the small warm lights of the floor and the bar remained. Mikasa dropped into a seat by the bar, her bag on the next seat. She crossed her legs and looked around with a serious gaze, quickly surveying those who gathered at the bar and noticing that most of the customers were men in suits with their briefcases at the side, visibly tired from the day's work. The other percentage were young adults who met with friends at this bar to sing karaoke.

Despite the fact that it was barely 10:06 at night, most were already somewhat drunk and in the mood so high when a man in a coat went up to the small stage.

The bartender came over and Mikasa asked for a Black Russian that he recommended. She looked at the man who took the microphone and started talking to the sound man, asking for a specific song.

The sound man nodded; all the customers who had applauded the man now fell silent and took a big swig of their drinks, letting themselves be carried away by a sad but tropical melody that flooded the bar. The projector reproduced an infinite loop of the gentle movement of the waves on the dark wall, turning the warm lighting into a cold and very tender atmosphere.

The drink reached her hands and she quickly directed it to her lips, feeling the heat stroke of the vodka in her throat but the cold feeling on the sweaty glass, letting herself be carried away by the guitar and bass duet of the karaoke track that was beginning to play.

She focused on the wall where the lyrics of the song will be reflected. Heavy Wave by Motorama.

The man who came on stage had done it with his glass, just like Mikasa, he barely got off work, his mismatched suit, loose tie and shirt off his pants revealed much of his physical exhaustion. With a poorly shaved beard, short but tangled hair along with a tired look made the black-haired woman wonder if this man came to this bar every day after work.

He was tall, maybe just a little shorter than Jean, but he certainly had a much broader, stockier build than she could see him from the table. Blond, a dull blonde, similar to dry wheat.

That man brought the microphone to his lips, standing, almost turning his back to the audience to reach to read the lyrics. Mikasa turned her gaze to the bartender who was cleaning the glasses a bit caught up by the simple melody. She would hear that man sing while she finished her cocktail and as soon as he finished, she would leave or so she thought when a voice took her out of her thoughts.

[Goodbye my past,] The lyrics pierced her chest.

[Here comes a vague taste

Of bitter future...

Very strange taste] That man of no more than 30-40 years sang the chorus releasing the microphone a little from his grip, moving his torso from one side to the other in time with the song, a small smile escaped his lips.

[Heavy wave from immense loss] he waved his arm, his smile widening as he felt stupid but drunk enough not to stop.

[Heavy wave from a weird dream where I am

Forever alone, forever alone] He was waving his hands from side to side, the projector reflecting on his heavy constitution the loop of the moving waves.

Mikasa couldn't help but mimic him with a small smile as she let the track take over her in that sad but light movement. Mikasa swallowed the last of her cocktail but she didn't stop seeing that uninhibited man who danced awkwardly with his empty glass in one hand and a microphone in the other.

[Goodbye future...] Without seeing the lyrics, he approached the edge of the stage, dedicating a glance to everyone. Mikasa was surprised to see him look towards the bar.

[I stayed in my memories] The man sang, not specifically seeing anything beyond the memories of him.

[Goodbye future,

I'm done with it.] He sang with a gloomy joy in his voice that hid a sadness very well that didn't go unnoticed by Mikasa that she felt it so personal. Those lyrics, the deep voice hoarse from alcohol and ice of that office worker was only an incentive for her to order another cocktail from the bartender who smiled happily when he saw her interact at the karaoke bar.

The chorus began again, the blonde stopped reading the lyrics completely and began to dance foolishly to the clamor of the applause of the other drunks who toasted him from their seats, happy and somewhat dazed by the depressing song he selected to animate the party of those who sold their soul and body to work that destroyed them every day in the offices. Mikasa hesitated to clap when she saw the blonde make a silly attempt at Hawaiian dance, he clearly didn't know how to dance and his drunken state only hampered his movements. He danced like this until the last verse of the song arrived.

[Forever alone, forever alone] With both hands he held the microphone as if his life depended on it. He brought it as close as possible to his lips, repeating the same verse for 7 times without stopping, his voice breaking more and more to the point of not knowing if he was crying or just he wanted to sink into the microphone, in front of everyone who was now yelling at him to sing something more cheerful or to come over to their tables and have a drink together.

Apparently all the regular customers already knew him.

"Forever alone." He ended with his eyes closed, the microphone on his lips, hunched over and a little dizzy.

"Braun, stop being a fagot and sing something more lively!" An equally drunk office worker yelled. Mikasa saw him answer the name and smile like a small apology, he left the stage and handed it to the sound man.

Mikasa couldn't take her gaze from that man named Braun and less when he approached the bar with a heavy gait. Their eyes met but he only sat two seats next to Mikasa, leaned back at the bar and ordered another drink.

"Do you want me to ask you for a taxi?" The bartender offered, who quickly filled the blonde's glass.

"No, not yet, today I want to drink a little more." The blond replied, sitting up, struggling to stay upright. "Thanks, Benny." He thanked the friendly bartender who seemed to know him for many nights like these.

Mikasa looked at the microphone that was placed on a table near the stage, free for anyone to take it.

"You're going to sing?" He asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, in a warm voice as if he didn't want to scare her by asking a question out of nowhere. Mikasa bit her lip and looked him in the eye. Gold eyes and platinum eyes met, they gently looked at each other, although they were two seats away, they didn't miss the opportunity to try to memorize each other's face. "You sure have an amazing voice." he added, bringing his glass to his mouth but he never sipped the alcohol, he just smiled a little for Mikasa who blushed instantly. It wasn't even a smile that was meant to be flattering or conquering, it was just a small welcoming smile, a sweet welcome.

He drank deeply and exhaled when he finished, releasing the heat from the dried rum. He straightened up, took his wallet from the inside pocket of his coat and called the bartender who came over, but before he spoke, the blonde handed him some bills in his hand.

"I invite." The blonde spoke, looking at Mikasa that was going to protest. "If you come back, let me hear you sing." He took the briefcase that was on the floor, adjusted his tie and with a quick movement, stood up and with a simple thank you, left the bar. One of the hosts took him by the shoulder and escorted him to the street to take a taxi. Mikasa couldn't help but watch him go, a bit uncomfortable with what had just happened. She wasn't sure about coming back, but he made her a little curious.

"Every Saturday he comes, drinks, sings and leaves." Unveiled the bartender while he winked at her. "We wait for you." He offered her a big smile as he handed a glass of water. Mikasa took it, thanked in a small whisper. She wasn't going back but the place was a bit nice, plus there were free drinks.

During the week, Mikasa only thought if she would go to that bar or as always she would leave work, take the subway and go straight home. On Sunday she had planned to go with Sasha, Hange, Mina and Hitch to a cafe to have the last preparations for the wedding and also, to finally choose the color of the bridesmaids' dress, which she had the honor of being together with the last three, however, she wasn't entirely happy with going out to the cafe.

Mikasa was sure the girls would take up the topic about Eren and she didn't want to be rude to them, so, without much encouragement, she took the subway and got down 5 stations before the one that always got off to get to the city's bar district that doesn't it was far from the business area.

Mikasa got off the station, looked at the sea of men and women in suits, mingled with them. Mikasa only wore a long beige skirt with a jacket and a red scarf around her neck, low heels because she didn't want to end up with sore feets, wishing she could wear more comfortable clothes to go drinking. It was only 8:23 a.m. and it seemed like many just finished their unpaid overtime workday.

She walked the streets guided by her smartphone and when she was finally at the entrance of the place, she read: Drunken Sing. It wasn't very original but it was fun once you got to know the atmosphere. She entered the bar accompanied by the host who approached her to a table near the stage.

She looked for the blonde but when she didn't see him. Mikasa wondered if she had come for him, fulfilling his request that she will sing. She ordered a shot of tequila, she would sing a song and comply with that drunk's request, so she would leave. She wouldn't feel indebted to the stranger who didn't even come and perhaps he wouldn't come.

The shot of her came and so did the blonde.

He entered well uniformed, a black suit with an olive green tie, well-polished shoes and a dark scarf loose across his abdomen, his briefcase seemed to vomit papers.

Mikasa smiled upon seeing him enter with a serious and very noticeable tired look. Dazed, he smiled at her. She quickly tore her gaze away from him and looked at her drink but he was already coming in her direction.

"I thought you weren't coming". He said in front of her table, with that small smile that caused Mikasa a soft blow on her chest. A smile full of tenderness.

"I don't like to owe people." She replied, hiding her face from him, she felt hot and that she hadn't drunk her tequila.

"Well then you will sing." He looked at the table and after he sought the look from her that Mikasa finally had to give. Surprised at how drunk he could be not to notice how pretty she was, the blonde took a chair. "Can I sit with you?" The black-haired woman only nodded, recovering her unchanging face.

A waiter arrived and took the order from the blond who asked for a bottle of tequila, an extra shot glass, and lots of lemons and salt. "We started out tough." The black-haired woman commented.

"I only accompany you with the drink." He replied looking at the brunette's shot of tequila.

When the bottle and tray of lemons and salt arrived, the blond man poured a full shot that went straight for his throat. Mikasa just opened her eyes in surprise, she was by far an expert drinker but seeing him drink tequila like water was a lot for her, although seeing him eat the lemon like a sweet mango left her speechless.

"Won't you drink your shot?" He asked.

"Uh... not really." She replied, looking at her shot glass.

"Try it with the lemon, loosen your throat." He approached the tray with the lemon and salt. Mikasa looked at the lemon and determined, not knowing why she really did it, she took the shot glass, licked a little and swallowed. Her throat closed, she got hot and not knowing how to alleviate the burning with lemon, she looked embarrassed at the blonde who rushed to take a lemon with salt and brought it to her lips. She bit down and felt the coolness enter her mouth, took the man's arm and sucked on the lemon.

A lemon had never seemed the most delicious in the world.

he pulled his hand away from her. Mikasa took the lemon and continued to suck, relieved, enjoying the taste of tequila for the first time.

"Sorry." He said. If he had known that the black-haired woman was a newcomer to the world of alcohol, he wouldn't have prompted her to do so.

"Don't apologize, I wanted to try." She defended herself, blushing that a stranger fed her with a lemon but she soon recovered from her blush and turned her gaze to the blonde who served himself another shot, a little ashamed of the same. Mikasa frowned, what was this all about? She silently watched him drink again.

"Do you want another?" He brought the bottle closer to her shot glass, Mikasa just nodded. "Try to drink it at once." He said to her once he filled the fine glass. Mikasa took the drink and drank it all at once and with a quick slap on the table she put the glass on, took the lemon and sucked quickly. Red, she could feel her cheeks burn. She let go of her neckerchief a little, without taking her gaze from the blonde who served her another drink. Mikasa couldn't refuse when himself brought the drink to her and she took it and swallowed hard again.

She didn't know why she did it, she didn't know why drinking those cups made her feel excited, felt her chest rise and fall, her cheeks burned and her throat felt a little numb.

On her fourth drink, Mikasa felt light and even more so when the blonde who drank twice as much of her began to laugh quietly out of nowhere.

Mikasa understood the magic of alcohol and tequila, especially tequila and salty lemon.

He took off his tie and jacket, untied a few buttons of his shirt so that he could breathe more freely, already dizzy, he asked for another bottle. Mikasa took off her jacket, rolled up the long sleeves of the shirt to her elbows and ditched the annoying heels, staying in the cream-colored stockings. They laughed as they drank and sucked the lemons like popsicles. They didn't say anything, they just drank, looked at each other and laughed like stupid until a regular who sat next to them yelled at the blonde to sing something.

"Reiner, sing for your friends!" Said a bald man wearing the suit from some nearby factory, but Reiner shook his head a bit embarrassed.

"This lady will sing for me." He communicated pointing to the black-haired woman that as soon as she felt everyone's gaze, she composed herself and adjusted her hair like a tic. Flushed, she looked at this man called Reiner and then watched as everyone began to incite her to come up on stage, including the bartender who applauded with a big smile.

She adjusted her neckerchief and without putting on her heels, she stood up, took the shot that Reiner offered her and went up on stage, took the microphone that the sound man gave her, Mikasa took the opportunity to ask for a song that she has been listening to lately in the radio. Do it by Dlina Volny.

The projector turned on and images of a red telephone were projected onto her slim figure and onto the wall. She glanced at that blond man who showed her a wide smile in response, her name was Reiner… she still didn't tell him her name. She drank the shot now masterfully, grateful to that drunk, she raised her skirt a little and thought about her ex. Yes, she was here because her ex hadn't only broken up with her but would now be a father with another girl, a friend of hers.

The music began to play, the MIDI chase and the eighties effect echoed throughout the bar that turned off the main lights to give prominence to the black-haired woman who stood for the first time in many years on a stage to sing. She wanted to sing that song that she didn't choose at random.

She left the glass on the stage, bending her knees to the audience who when they saw her crouching with her skirt shouted excitedly, the song seemed very provocative.

Since when is she this cheeky? She remembered that she was only like that with her ex...

She took the microphone with both hands and looked at the audience, she knew the lyrics so well that she ignored the karaoke lyrics. She turned her gaze to the blonde who was looking at her with those sad golden eyes and Mikasa felt she wanted to sing with much more longing, just as he did the first time she came to this bar.

She took a deep breath:

[Been trying

To crash the wrong party...] She sang in a relaxed voice as she slowly climbed to her feet, her skirt being folded over her left leg, causing most to stare at that little exposed skin. Reiner just got lost in that light and adorable, very adorable voice.

[Been wanting

To catch you on an outing

But you're running away

From my call.] Mikasa raised her gaze to the ceiling, thinking of that emerald-eyed man who had broken her heart countless times but still loved.

['Cause if you wanna call me, do it now.] She wiggled her hips a little in time to the MIDI, feeling the lightness of the alcohol and the lyrics.

[If you wanna~] She looked at the blonde just because she felt his gaze on her, completely forgetting the noise of her thoughts. [Do it now...] She approached the side of the stage near her table where he could see how she slowly crouches down until she ends up with her knees on the floor while repeating "Do it!" with much enthusiasm the chorus of the song.

Wishing Eren could hear her. Mikasa was still waiting for him to come back to her house, to look for her at her job. She still expected at least one call from him and that without a doubt she would answer.

She still couldn't get him out of her heart, she even wondered if one day she could, however, she felt comfortable seeing that stranger laugh as an accomplice to her mischief, the woman who wouldn't stop moving provocatively on stage while he brought to her another drink, his drink.

Mikasa took the small glass, accidentally touching his fingers. They looked at each other briefly but the black-haired woman as soon as she held the drink, brought it to her lips, softly kissing the glass: tequila and a strange taste, the saliva of that stranger who tasted lemon, then she drank the intoxicating liquid and returned the empty drink to the blond who applauded when he saw her smile with a strange heaviness.

She sang the same verse and when she got to the choir, she just dedicated herself to thinking again about what it had brought her to this bar. A repetitive and unhealthy thought about that man she loved so much and who was moving away from her in every word, every second here, singing for drunks with her already drunk, flirting with a man who surely also came to calm his sorrows in alcohol and in silly pop songs.

When she finished, Mikasa looked at the customers who shouted for more, applauded her without further ado and many offered her free drinks that she tacitly declined. She still with the microphone in her hand came down from the stage, she walked directly to her table where he was waiting for her with a warm smile.

"I knew it." He spoke once she sat down.

"What?"

"You have an incredible voice." More than a compliment, he meant it as an obvious truth. Mikasa only smiled slightly, the blush rising to her cheeks. This man looked a lot like Eren. Eren never complimented her but he always noticed what she was and what she could do, making her see it at every moment; the only difference was that this citrus-scented blond said it with a tenderness that was hard to reject. She gave him a heavy look and handed the blonde the microphone, now confused.

"Sing and I'll tell you my name." She exchanged without knowing why she wanted to play with this man.

"And a drink?" He asked curious, definitely the only one who was flirting was her, he only wanted alcohol. Mikasa puffed out her cheeks, a bit annoyed but she liked that sincerity so she just nodded. "I'll show you how to get everyone down." He said between joke and truth.

She watched him go up on stage, asked the sound man for a song that was surely melancholic, a song called Sleepwalking Man by Sivert Høyem, and the karaoke began to play, the projector showing a video of the city in black and white. As soon as the music started, Reiner began to sing in that deep voice that came from his diaphragm, clear and measured.

[I love the ocean too

How it's painted green and blue

In my recurring dreams of you

Oh wake me not, Oh wake me not...] He sang feeling each word, his chest didn't stop moving when he felt he didn't breathe because of the emotion of a song he heard when he couldn't fall asleep.

[We're better when we're fast asleep

When you raise me from my fragrant sheets

It's that innocence I want to keep.] He went on to the next verse, moving only his head to the slow rhythm of the guitar and piano.

Mikasa threw herself on the table, it wasn't the best voice but that passion was enough to make all the drunks, including herself, stay in their seats while they finished their bottles, hypnotized by the melody and by the office worker who let himself go on the stage of the karaoke closest to his work.

[Find me sleeping on my feet

The most delightful man you'll ever meet.] He gave Mikasa a look who almost choked on the lemon in her mouth.

[And there's nothing that compares to him

To your own sleepwalking man~] He accepted a drink from the sound attendant.

[You know I wanna be on your side] He swallowed from the glass quickly. [Part of me just wants to run and hide] He continued, the alcohol had given a harsher touch to his voice, a touch that pierced Mikasa's chest.

[People scare me more than pain you know

Let's walk into the fray again.] He gave her a small smile and then saw the others present who raised their glasses in honor of his last words. He accompanied them with a drink and came from the stage to Mikasa's table who was looking at him in silence and with the glass on her lips wet with alcohol.

They didn't know each other but they could taste in each other's eyes the pain and loneliness they have been struggling with. The gaze of that man named Reiner was tired and dejected by the guilt of a painful past, her gaze full of love that never reached its destination, desperate to give all that overwhelming affection to the one who had made her moving forward but that she no longer knew how.

[Will you grace me with your presence here?] Mikasa felt her cheeks burn, she wasn't the only one flirting a bit. [...In the sanctuary of the night.] He continued but stretched his arm to Mikasa, asking her to give him a drink from that small crystal glass that her lips had stained with the shiny balm lip of her. She immediately stood up to hand him the glass. He took it in one swift movement and ran his lips slowly across the glass, surprised to find the grape flavor with the tequila very delicious.

Mikasa found herself running her tongue over her lips as she saw him place those lips on the same glass, as if they were sharing a playful indirect kiss that only ended with him singing what was left of the song:

[I'd rather be a sleepwalking man

I want no power or command] And he continued with the chorus until he finished. The track continued but the lyrics had finished so he took advantage of that minute on stage to thank the drinks, hand the microphone to the sound man, go down and return to the table with that woman with delicate features and black short hair, thus gleaming her thin neck that she adorned with a neckerbrief.

He cursed himself, he was already drunk, so much so that he found his new drinking partner attractive.

He sat down and handed her the glass. "I'll order another bottle, you can still stop and avoid a hangover." he advised her, but Mikasa looked at him silently, she could with another two bottles by herself, proud.

"You are getting late." She challenged, Reiner smirked, realizing that this woman was dangerous and he liked that.

When the fourth bottle arrived, they were both already reeling from drunkenness, Mikasa had already introduced herself and even gave him a real estate business card that he kept in his pocket. He also introduced himself to a "Reiner Braun, the star drunk of this place." although later he added that he was a public accountant.

"I didn't comment on it, but ..." he started, taking a big sip from his shot. "That song, was it dedicated to your ex?" the brunette stared at him in silence with those penetrating silver eyes that from one second to another the tears fell shamelessly down her cheeks, crying uncontrollably and with the bottle on her chest.

"I'm so stupid ..." she said between tears. "I still have him on my lock screen" and she took the smartphone out of her bag to show him the aforementioned wallpaper. Reiner only swallowed with difficulty. "Every night I wait for him to call me... I don't care if he's going to be a father with another girl." Reiner choked on his saliva.

"When did you guys finish?" He asked.

"Three months ago." she answered accurately, wiping her tears.

"And the baby is on the way ..." He couldn't finish but Mikasa understood where he was going.

"Three months." And the tears fell shamelessly, again. Reiner sat next to her and comforted her a little, stroking her back with one hand while with the other he drank from the bottle they already shared.

"A child doesn't define a relationship." he wanted to encourage, "Look at me, I met my father at 18 and he disowned me a second time." It didn't help much.

"Eren wouldn't get her pregnant and he would run away, and if he did I don't think I could love him anymore... or not like before."

After that and a long silence, they both talked about work, music and their shameful pasts and all because Mikasa brought up the topic that she was a goth in high school, Reiner looked at the photos and said with a laugh that although it wasn't his kind, she seemed like a very pretty goth. Mikasa turned red and demanded that he show her pictures of him in high school, but he only had one picture, one that he took out of his purse.

In the photo was a very tall boy with a brown skin in a navy blue sweater and him in a red flannel shirt and denim. He was much more robust than he was today. Mikasa chuckled, Reiner admonished her, telling her that she was the weirdo for wanting to talk to crows. They laughed, they made fun of Mikasa's ex, they clapped like seals when another drunk came up to sing, they devoured the remaining lemons and took each other's backs, the tequila made them dizzy.

After they couldn't get the alcohol in their systems, they both just figured it was time to go. Mikasa called the waiter, asked for the bill.

"I brought my car, but I don't think you want to die in a traffic accident... because I do." The blond said taking out his car keys but as soon as he showed them, the bartender took them from his hands. Mikasa was only surprised by Reiner's reaction that puffed out his cheeks, how could he be so masculine and at the same time so adorable?

"Mr. Braun, I'll order a taxi for you. " Benny solved. "Miss, do you want us to order a taxi for you?" He went to the black-haired woman who was beginning to touch the blonde's cheeks.

"Please." She answered with the blonde's cheeks in her hands.

"Any direction?" Asked the friendly worker.

"My house." she stressed.

"Do you have an ID that you can provide us with?"

"Yes, in my bag." she didn't let go of the blonde who was starting to laugh like a vile idiot. Benny had never seen him laugh like this.

The bill arrived and they paid in equal parts, left the bar and waited on the sidewalk for their taxis. They couldn't stop laughing, they didn't even know what they were laughing at but it added more fun to their wobbly worlds where they had to cling to each other so as not to end up painfully on the ground.

It was already after 2 in the morning.

Mikasa felt how alcohol made her immune to the cold, but also because her drunken friend took her with the wide arm from her back to hips.

She watched him silently, if he came over and kissed her she wouldn't object but he never did… just like Eren, she had to if she wanted those lips on hers but before she did anything crazy a taxi came. Reiner released her and walked over to the taxi to find out whose was.

"Mikasa, it's yours." He opened the door and Mikasa got into the taxi still surprised at what she was trying to do. "Thank you, Reiner." she couldn't see him in the eye.

"Let me know when you get home." he requested with a gallant smile.

"You don't have my number and I don't have yours." Mikasa remembered him as she closed the taxi door. "But," she was a determined and brave woman, she had to try. "If you want to know if I get to my house, why don't you come and see for yourself?" she bit her lip although if she expected to look sexy she only made Reiner and the taxi driver laugh. The fucking taxi driver.

"Huh? Better give me your phone number, you silly. " Yes, he is just as dense as Eren.

"Advance." she demanded to the taxi driver, angry at the damn parallels with her ex. The taxi driver laughingly stepped on the gas, leaving the confused blonde behind.

The next morning Mikasa woke up returning the lemon and salt in her toilet, took hangover pills and was grateful that that blonde was a bit silly catching her hints or that she was very bad at being provocative. Whatever it was, she was happy not waking up with an inveterate alcoholic who had karaoke and tequila as therapy. She would be lying that she didn't have fun and that she feels so much lighter after crying for over an hour about her ex with that blonde who also brought his childhood traumas out.

In her underwear and no bra she looked at her empty room and snorted, wishing her room wasn't so big.

She took a quick bath, texted Sasha, and got ready to meet the bridesmaids and bride at the cafe and discuss the latest wedding details. Wearing a black strapless bra she donned a loose pearl silk shirt, black shorts, white socks with black heels. Something casual but also chic. She had left her gothic past behind but black was her favorite color. No makeup except a little lip gloss.

With a bag slung over her shoulder, Mikasa headed to the cafe using an app service. She was the first to arrive, she ordered an espresso on the rocks and checked her email as usual while she waited for them.

"Mikasa!" Called a redhead and future bride cheerful. Sasha appeared in cute navy blue overalls with a yellow t-shirt. She sat in front of Mikasa, gave her a big smile in gratitude for waiting for her. "Glad you came, Hitch mentioned you weren't coming."

"I cannot miss the preparations for your most important event, Sasha." She responded with a small but sincere smile.

"Mikasa, sorry for hiding about Eren and Historia." Sasha took her hand in her, genuinely sorry.

"You didn't do anything wrong." She gently removed her hand from her. "Just focus on your event, okay?" she wanted to smile but only a forced curvature came out of her lips, Sasha did not bring up the subject again and she would have to beat Hitch if she mentioned something about Eren.

The afternoon passed normally, Hitch arriving without touching on the subject of Eren, not when Hange stepped on her new shoes with those dirty boots. They only talked about what was missing, the dresses and the floral decorations, so they arranged that next sunday they would go to look for the dresses in a shopping center.

As she waited for her Uber, Mikasa couldn't help but think about the blonde, would he be stuck in the toilet vomiting everything he drank? Would he still sleep? What will he do when he is not drunk or singing? She regretted not giving him her phone number.

Saturday came and at the office Mikasa couldn't wait for the workday to end, in the week she had learned a song that she wanted to sing at karaoke and she wondered what depressing song he would sing.

She spent the day humming her new favorite song: What Kind of Man by Florence + The Machine. She was joyful, so much so that Levi, a distant relative and her superior reprimanded her but Mikasa didn't care, she never really did when it came to Levi who scrutinized her with his eyes for a few long seconds and then leave like nothing. He wouldn't tell that brat that he was glad of her for seeing her in a good mood even though he was worried that the reason for her good mood was that idiot Eren. He let it pass, she was already an adult, she could handle her stupid things.

At the end of the day, Mikasa was the first to leave the office; she grabbed her jacket and ran to the subway station where, yes, at the station where she had to get off to get to the bar, she found him descending from the south platform. They looked at each other in surprise but without saying anything they walked together to the bar and once inside, they ordered only one bottle and drank the first two drinks of it.

"Mikasa, you first." he pushed her a little on the stage, she came up on stage and with her hands sweating, took the microphone. She felt close to flying, comfortable singing next to these compulsive drinkers, in front of that accountant who leaned in his arms to see and listen to her comfortably, delighted to see her there, standing on stage.

The music started and Mikasa felt rebellious and passionate as she had done in her puberty.

[So I'd reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it

You were on the other side, like always

You could never make you mine]

[And with one kiss

You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years

What kind of man loves like this?] She sang often, with that passion and delicacy in her voice that seemed to break for a moment.

Suddenly the guitars played in unison with the percussion of the drums in the background, from sad ballad to wild rock. Mikasa started jumping, shaking her head, she had been on stage many times as a good goth.

[To let me dangle at a cruel angle] She was almost screaming, her eyes closed, holding the microphone as if it were her own cross. [Oh, my feet don't touch the floor.]

[Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out

But you never close the door] Those present applauded, shocked and happy by so much energy and strength in that woman. Reiner stood up, clapping to the beat of the drums, laughing as he watched her waste so much energy, so much that it was contagious even for a depressed like him.

[What kind of man loves like this?] She wondered more than what she was singing.

Applause. Bottles were raised for her, free drinks came from everywhere but she only took the one from the blonde who approached with a wink inspiring enough to keep singing that song that could spit in her ex's face.

[You do such damage, how do you manage?

Trying to crawl in back for more]

How many years had this heavy and suffocating love carried? Since when did loving him tire her and hurt her so much? Why did she try so hard not to let him go?

Tears fell to the stage, she still wanted to see those emerald eyes when waking up and sleeping, but now, all she had was the varied sea of eyes that looked at her and among that sea of colors, only golden eyes stand out from the rest. Warm and gentle.

She sang the chorus through tears of spite and indignation. Everyone howled for her, inspired to sing her lyrics with her even though most were men.

Without singing the chorus, Mikasa came down from the stage, took the glasses that were offered to her on her way to the table that she shared with the blonde who was waiting for her with the glass on high.

"I proclaim you as the drunken star of this bar, Mikasa!" Mikasa fell to the seat and began to cry, she wasn't drunk enough not to realize that she still loved her ex and wanted to flirt with this man who only offered her alcohol and karaoke as consolation.

"Reiner," she gave him her smartphone unlocked, the blonde looked at her confused. "Call Eren and tell him you love me..." she said with the tears still on her cheeks, staring at him steadily and decidedly. Reiner dropped his glass.

"Uh?" was the only thing he answered.

"And tell me how he responds to that." she begged. Reiner only smiled bitterly, took the smartphone, looked for Eren's contact who still had heart emojis and blocked it. Mikasa gasped, Reiner wrote his phone number.

"Better, when you want to call him, call me and we meet here to sing a duet." He handed her the phone. "And please remove that wallpaper, that scares the guys too." The black-haired girl looked at him with contempt, Reiner began to sweat nervously, but somehow they ended up at the bar laughing next to Benny who served them all the cocktails on the menu.

Reiner at one point ended up crying on the bar, hunched over as Mikasa struggled not to unblock her ex, hugging the blonde's broad back. Beny just thought of a popular saying: God creates them and they come together. What a drunken mess.

Completely losing consciousness, the last thing Mikasa knew was that it was sunday, her cat hadn't eaten anything at night, that she had to go try on dresses with friends, she reeked of liquor and vomit, she had Eren blocked and Reiner had made her go up on stage with him to sing an Elton John song while they danced drunk.

She took a long shower, took more hangover medicine, stroked and fed her kitten named Ymir, a gift from Eren for his 28th birthday. She dressed the first thing she found, took her smartphone and read the message from an unknown number... " Reiner" and opened it.

[Mikzsa, yo finw?]

2:57 am.

[i takw yor nimber]

2:59 am.

[gril, yo also have the pofile picture with yor ex, wtf]

3:03 am.

Mikasa began to laugh, he was more expressive in the messages than in person although she didn't like the fact that he spent almost 5 minutes reviewing her profile image.

[btw good night :2]

3:03 am

[:3*]

3:04 am

Mikasa looked at Reiner's profile picture, it was him with a young girl hugging him with a huge smile. Large and expressive eyes, brown hair and dark complexion. They were both smiling at the selfie she took, Reiner was looking at her, with an indescribable affection that made Mikasa feel some envy. Was she a relative? W-was she his daughter? Now that she thought about it, was Reiner single? Did he have a family? Maybe he was a single parent or a widower. Curious, she wrote.

[Still sleeping?]

[The girl in your profile, is she your daughter?]

1:12 pm.

Mikasa almost jumped when she saw that he appeared online, her messages were read and he immediately started writing.

[I wish I was sleeping.]

1:13 pm

[How old do you think I am?]

1:16 pm

[40?]

1:17 pm.

[*sad emoji*]

[Thanks, now I feel worse.]

1:17 pm

[I will turn 30 in a few weeks]

1:18 pm

[2 years older than you]

1:19 pm

Mikasa saw that he was writing but from one moment to another he disconnected and although she waited for him to appear online again, he didn't and Mikasa locked the phone, a little annoyed, didn't answer her question, but without insisting, she returned to her task: Go out with the bridesmaids looking for a suitable dress for the wedding.

There were no setbacks, although she was a bit dehydrated she was able to try on more than 7 dresses with Mina, Hitch and Zoe. Hitch was very picky and Zoe seemed fine with any dress even if they weren't her style. Mikasa along with Mina had no problem with dresses but they definitely didn't want to look like a pink cupcake so Mikasa took command and decided that coral would be the color of the dress that is sheath style with a V neck neckline so as not to stand out too much while the shoes everyone would use as they wanted because Hange insisted on wearing sandals while Hitch asked for 12 cm heels, so the heels only had to be the same color.

Mina was the first to separate after her measurements were taken, she had an issue to resolve with Thomas, they were happily married and with two beautiful children. Zoe did the same when she saw Moblit show up with her personal agenda for the next trip to the savanna. Hitch stayed a while looking at the dresses, asking Mikasa to accompany her to the nearest shopping plaza for a coffee.

"Mikasa, do you already have someone to go to the wedding with?" Hitch asked already in the cafe as she straightened her hair and looked at her with those usual frivolous eyes. Mikasa let the poison pass at her question and sipped the vanilla milkshake, calm.

"Nobody." She answered.

"Oh come on~," she whimpered, shaking her feet. "Why are you so boring?" She made a face of annoyance.

"All my friends will go, it is not necessary and it does not make sense." She sipped the milkshake harder which made Hitch look with distaste. A notification came, she looked at her phone and when saw who she smiled catty, stood up, grabbed the bag. "Well Mikasa, things came up and now I have to meet with... someone." she smirked, kissed her cheek and left the cafe.

Mikasa sighed, always the same. She finished her milkshake, took the bags and headed out of the mall but the image of a group of 4 teenagers and a tall, broad blond man captured her attention.

She watched in surprise. The four teenagers were talking and laughing with popcorn and drinks in their hands, leaving a movie show together with that blonde who was accompanying her at karaoke; he carried candy, gifts and the jackets of teenagers who told him their impressions of the film. There was that young brunette, she took him by the arm, smiling at him every moment.

Mikasa hid herself in a store advertisement.

Reiner looked happy, somewhat stunned by all the attention of the four teenagers who were pulling him from side to side. She saw them enter the ice cream parlor, then to the video games area, Mikasa smiled a little, was he the babysitter of those teenagers?

Reiner stayed there, let the four boys go have fun at the Arcade, took out his phone. Mikasa felt her pocket vibrate, it was her phone. She took it out and looked at a message, it was from him.

[Sorry, I was a little busy.]

6:44 pm.

Mikasa looked at Reiner's direction, there he was, standing and carrying things with one arm. He was wearing blue jeans with a hideous gray wool sweater. A gift from his mother or grandmother. She looked at herself, she was only wearing black dress pants with a white shirt with a baggy sweater with slippers.

Likewise, why was she hiding herself?

She came out of her hiding place, looked for him with her eyes and not finding him, she took a few steps tentatively and distractedly she collided with someone. She pulled herself together and quickly apologized with a little bow.

"Mikasa?" The man asked in a voice that Mikasa recognized instantly. She straightened up feigning surprise, she swore that these situations only happened in the dramas that Sasha forced her to see. Their gazes met and he smiled back. Mikasa felt her chest burn, excited out of nowhere.

"What a coincidence." She spoke monotonously, hiding that joy that held her breast.

"I actually thought I saw you and I walked over." Mikasa saw that smile widen and she swore to feel her heart beat faster which made her wonder if it was the aftermath of alcohol.

They both sat on one of the benches in the mall, in silence and not really knowing what to say.

"Do you come often?" He asked as he watched the Arcade Center from afar, vigilant.

"No, I came with a friend." Mikasa looked at him, seeing him sober and wearing casual clothes took away those years of more than he appeared.

"Shopping and girly things?" He looked at Mikasa's bags, bags that had ornaments, slippers, and some other garment that she liked from the clothing stores.

"We got together to buy the bridesmaid dresses. My best friend's Wedding." She didn't know why she talked to him too much. "Those teenagers, relatives?" she asked.

"Only one of them, the other three are her friends." he crossed his arms and sighed. "They are good kids." he turned a bit so he could see her in the eyes, "Gabi, my cousin, got the best score in the shooting record as a cadet in the militia, we are celebrating." His face turned grim, his voice very serious. "She wants to be the best sniper in the country."

"So, all of them…" she looked at the four boys playing on the shooting machine.

"Yes, they are cadets in the military school." he looked away from her, a little embarrassed. "They want to be like me, but there is nothing good about being me."

He stood up, looked at the sky, licked his lip, sighed a little and with a smile he saw Mikasa again. "Sorry, I ...," he laughed nervously.

"It's okay." She said quietly. "The war in the East was tough." Her voice was clear and flat, she didn't want to comfort him with false sentimentality.

"I was given incapacitation 5 years ago." Although he failed to add that due to a psychological problem, his physical condition was intact. "Did you know that there are quotas for veterans in institutional government positions?"

"Yes." She listened attentively, getting a little closer to him like when he heard her cry at karaoke.

"I honestly chose accounting because I didn't want to study a Bachelor's degree for more than 3 years, my coworkers hate me for taking the job away from someone more competent. I don't blame them." He leaned on his knees, feeling his side being pressed by Mikasa's shoulder who was looking at the sky, listening carefully. "I had a college scholarship to play in the major football leagues but I turned it down to join the military."

"If you could work on something now, what would it be?" Mikasa did her good to hear him speak, he felt comfortable with her, talking about those boys who had fun in video games had made him very sensitive, so sensitive that Mikasa believed that if he talked too much, his words could cut him off. Her fingers lightly touched his thigh, pressing just enough.

"Teacher." They looked into each other's eyes. Mikasa smiled, touched, he was a giant with his heart exposed to the world. Sensitive to everything and everyone.

"Your?"

"Astronaut. I want to fly... " She looked up, looking straight at the sudden sunset clouds. "Fly too far from here." Reiner looked at her silently.

"I thought because you were spa-cial." He joked foolishly, Mikasa frowned, annoyed at him for ruining the moment, but she couldn't contain a small laugh, he is a fool, a very charming fool. Ah, he reminded her so much of Eren.

"Mikasa, I never believed that someone could love someone so much. Even though it has hurt you. " Reiner leaned back on the seat, with a bit of admiration in his voice, staring at those small and curled eyelashes of Mikasa that upon hearing him lowered her head a little.

"Whoever loves endures everything, and I am very strong." She smiled with colored cheeks. Everything that she has done for love wasn't useless or unnecessary, there was nothing to regret or be sorry for. She gave everything she had, everything, she gave herself out of love. A true act of courage and strength.

"I'll drink to that."

"Besides, Eren was the one who rescued me from many terrible things, how can I not love him?" The passing of people only made her think of her happy past as sad, longing for those days when she was by his side. "How to stop loving him?"

Reiner stood up, carried Mikasa's bags along with the rest of the things and with his head indicated that they go to the Arcade to see those boys who could well spend the whole night there. Mikasa followed him silently. They entered, the four young adolescents approached curious and with a smile from ear to ear.

"Reiner!" The brunette caught him in a big hug. "Is your girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend? " She made a face. "It's not fair, something's wrong with me and you're the first to know."

"Gabi, don't pester him, Mr. Braun sure..." Falco spoke, the young man with ash blonde hair who stopped, blushing to continue but all eyes were directed at him. "... he has his reasons."

The other girl smirked, while the other boy with glasses adjusted his glasses, sorry to see his best friend blush at everyone's sight. Reiner quickly introduced them.

"She is very pretty." Udo said.

"Thank you." Mikasa replied, grateful for the frankness of the brunette who also seemed to be of Asian descent.

"So you just fuck?" Zofia asked with a very scary and serious look. Gabi jumped just like Reiner almost knocking the bags to the ground. "According to a study, which I read on the internet, young adults are seeking less and less stable relationships. This year the figure went up 16%." She continued.

"Zofia, just shut up." Falco and Udo said in unison.

"Well, in half an hour we are leaving so decide if you want to enjoy the games or talk about my boring sex life so I don't take you to McDonalds anymore." Reiner said.

"We aren't kids anymore." Gabi complained.

"Let's go." He took a step and the four teens who were already 21 ran to the games, accepting the deal. Reiner chuckled slightly, took a gun from the zombie arcade and with a wave, invited Mikasa to play.

They played the same game for half an hour, Mikasa crushed Reiner in score.

"Is it because you are asian?" He scoffed

"It's because you suck at everything, Braun." she countered by pointing the toy gun at his chest, touching that ugly gray sweater. Reiner took the weapon and placed it in the center of his thorax, right in his heart.

"Shoot here and certain death."

Mikasa pulled the toy trigger, "Bang!" she whispered to him.

Silence.

"Braun, you are crazy." and she began to laugh, so much that her belly ached, Reiner accompanied her in a much deeper laugh, drawing the attention of everyone present and even the teenegers who looked at each other in complicity.

After going through Mctrios, Cheeseburgers, McJalapeño and a happy meal, the four teenagers, Mikasa and Reiner got into the red 7-seat SUV. Mikasa climbed into the passenger seat, the rest of them climbed into the rear seats noisily. Gabi was chattering about how she beat Falco in all the games, but Falco just wanted to eat his cheeseburger in peace, Zofia checked her happy meal while Udo pulled magazines and books out of the trunk and talked about them passionately even though no one was paying attention.

"Belts." Reiner spoke, putting on his seat belt, everyone did the same.

Mikasa took a quick look at the old 7-seat SUV, a minivan that looked like more than those four teenagers because in the front glove compartment there were photos of them, the scent was shaped like a bear, there were books, paper everywhere. There were even clothes. The cushions were pink, anime stickers, and the dash usb cables were connected to Gabi's cell phone that played the music when the car started.

"Gabi, you already had to put on music." Udo recalled, "Since we have a guest, why doesn't she play the music?"

They all looked at Mikasa, Reiner winked at her. "Everyone chooses a song." Falco explained, smiling. Without being able to do more, she took the USB cable that Gabi offered her and connected her phone, searched through playlists and chose the first song she found. A gothic song in german.

They looked at her silently, Mikasa turned red as a tomato. "They're good." and Zofia started laughing and everyone enjoyed the song until it was Udo's turn to put on an anime opening and the laughs were not necessary; then it was Zofia's turn, who didn't hesitate to put on some rap from the most dangerous neighborhoods that spoke of drugs and mafias; then it was Falco's turn with a honeyed ballad of love. Reiner, on his turn, only chose one song from Gabi's list, they both shared a similar taste in music.

It was a laugh-filled ride, even when Falco put on a pop song that everyone sang. At the stoplight, Gabi stuck her head out to shout the chorus. Mikasa joined them, serene, watching the city pass through the window. She occasionally turned her gaze to Reiner who was looking at the teens in the rearview mirror.

Those teens were his life or so said the sparkle in his eyes.

She wishes Eren would look at her like that.

Reiner caught her looking at him and if his gazes had any special power, Mikasa would swear to feel those two golden orbs reflect the heat of the sun's rays on her, hugging her in an intoxicating calm.

One by one, the teenagers came home. When they arrived at the house of their uncles, Gabi's parents and before going downstairs, Gabi kissed Reiner's right cheek, thanking him for the day but Reiner only patted her head, congratulating her on her achievements in the academy. Gabi gave him another kiss, she said goodbye to Mikasa with a "take care of him while I'm gone."

They saw her go into her house and only then did Reiner start her car.

"Your address." He asked as he turned the wheel.

"Zone 032, Marley Street."

"Put your music on." He passed the USB.

"Just turn on the radio."

"Come on, I won't say anything if I don't understand your music."

"Radio." and without saying more, Reiner turned on the radio. A pop song dispelled the silence, Mikasa saw behind the window pane, since when was it so late? It was already night time and the lights inside the car remained off.

"I like this song." the blonde commented out of nowhere, turning up the volume. The song was: Sign Of the Times by Harry Styles

[We never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets?]

Reiner hummed, eyes straight ahead as he felt Mikasa's hand grab his sweater, a little pleading for him to slow down and just drive, aimlessly through the city. There was no rush to get home, not when no one was waiting for you. Not when everything there reminds you of that person you can't get out of your heart and mind.

The lights flickered, fast passing over Mikasa's smooth skin that was lost in the flashes of the flashing lights of the rest of the vehicles that passed them on the boulevard.

[Remember everything will be alright

We can meet again somewhere

Somewhere far away from here]

Her fingers never let go of Reiner's sweater, who, fixed to the traffic light, didn't notice how his right hand released the steering wheel to hold those cold fingers of Mikasa that immediately turned her wet eyes towards him in response.

His hand was wide and big and too gentle. The song kept playing in the background, their gazes locked on each other.

Reiner savored in his hand that cold, delicate and soft skin on her fingertips, she had long, slender fingers, the most exquisite hand he has ever held. What was wrong with her eyes so sparkling like a razor's edge, so full of love that they seem to overflow in the dark?

Green light colored the edges of his sight and things around her, the horns only echoing as the throbbing of their breasts shook their insides.

For a second Mikasa wanted him to come closer to her, take her cheek and kiss her gently just as he held her hand. Instead, he just wanted to see a smile on those small, reserved lips of hers, a smile for him. Just for him.

"IDIOT, MOVE!" A man in his vehicle yelled from his window, visibly upset. Reiner let go of Mikasa's hand and took the wheel and started off, without looking again at Mikasa who hugged herself, taking her attention outside, to those streets of blinking lights.

When they reached Mikasa's address, she got out in silence, Reiner went down to open the trunk and take out Mikasa's things who received them at the foot of the entrance of her house.

"Thank you." She thanked him without meeting his eyes, biting her lips inside. She wouldn't tell him to come in and have tea, she wouldn't.

"Rest, Mikasa." He turned and walked to the car, thankful that she didn't invite him in because, God knows, he might lose what little sanity he had. He opened the door and taking a quick glance at Mikasa's direction, he saw her enter her house, with that, Reiner didn't feel any guilt for having stopped. He got in, started the car, and left the radio off.

Mikasa watched him go from her window, he was also running away from her. Reiner and Eren were so similar, they moved away from her because they didn't want to hurt her with that untimely and impulsive affection so typical of them, but above all because her love was so penetrating and hot as the edge of a knife.

The following saturday they met again at the bar, they sang some songs together on stage, completely forgetting what happened in the car, however the friction became more common and more conscious. Sometimes they just saw each other in silence, separated by the table and the bottles. None of them let their guard down.

Mikasa loved feeling Reiner's big, warm hands on her back, those strong arms wrapping around her waist, and helping her off the stage. Reiner could lose his mind when Mikasa's icy fingers grabbed his cheeks and ran her hand across his neck to wake him from the alcoholic trance.

They climbed the stage, took the microphone together, their gazes never separated. Everyone was clapping and yelling to kiss each other but they were both hard to crack. They sang Dreaming of You by L'Impératrice & Isaac Delussion.

[Stone angel

You're a cold-hearted person

And I'm a sweet sweet lover

Does it mean we'll never get along?

I could heat you with a touch now

I could be your fire starter

Or just another number]

They sang in unison and when they finished, they went to the bathroom where they gave the first kiss that neither of them was going to remember completely, they only ended up against the wall, with the black-haired girl hugging Reiner's neck that held her by the hip. Feverish kisses, the fever rose from the tips of their feet and they felt lost in the heat of the other.

Ahh~ if they didn't stop, they would end up tearing the fabrics that were squeezing their crotches. Reiner's hand ended on Mikasa's round butt that she never thought to get aroused just because he squeezed a little.

She moaned as she felt his hand travel under her skirt, his mouth caught her neck, Mikasa threw her head back, Reiner would devour her all if she kept rubbing her crotch against his.

Mikasa took off her pantyhose, he took off his belt and unzipped it. On the sink of the girls' bathroom, Reiner penetrated her without measuring words and Mikasa thanked him in content moans, their mouths seemed to be consumed in a fire, kissing, biting and licking.

Her legs caught him around his waist, she squeezed to hold him deeper inside her, barefoot and with her bra dropped from her, her bare breasts appreciated the touch of his bare abdomen.

Mikasa hugged him, at any moment he would run away from her too, but she didn't care, she just wanted these strokes to make her cry with pleasure rather than pain. And so it was, she cried, she screamed his name and saw lights still with her eyes closed as he continued to kiss her at the base of her neck.

She woke up. She squeezed her legs, looked around her and there he was, sipping a dry rum while he watched her wake up, at the table near the stage. Mikasa squeezed her legs again, she still had her stockings, her breasts in the cups of her bra, her slippers at her feet and he was outside, not knowing that she had just had a shameless wet dream with him, in the bathroom of the girls. She felt her face boil with shame, could she have spoken in her sleep?

"Sleep, you drank too much." He spoke with a smile full of affection, bringing his hand to Mikasa's head that she closed her eyes waiting for his touch and when his palm caressed her, Mikasa fell asleep again, she was certain that when she woke up he would still be there.


Well, this is maybe an excuse just to share my shit tastes in music but it was an idea that I can't get out of my head after listening to the Motorama song: Heavy wave. I heard it and I instantly thought of Reiner and Mikasa. And since there are few fanfics of these two, I am here writing more without finishing the other chapter of Perdidos & Condenados. However, it will be only three chapters, of which I already have the second and will upload this week.

Your corrections to my cheap english are greatly appreciated! It helps me practice and improve.

I appreciate your reading at this point, thank you very much! If you have time, listen to the songs ;3;

Songs in orden:

Heavy Wave - Motorama

Do it - Dlina Volny

Sleepwalking man - Sivert Hoyem

What kind of man - Florence and the Machine

Sing of the Times - Harry Styles

Dreaming of You - L'Impératrice and Isaac Delusion

Thanks again! See ya~