short but cute, hope you like it
Jean lay on his back silently, staring at Mikasa as the ethereal goddess he thought her to be. Every day that passed she seemed to grow more amazing, more radiant and more powerful. Leaving him in awe of how amazing he thought her to be. Back when he started middle school, he never dreamed he would ever meet a woman like her. Taking him completely by surprise.
His dream of growing stronger and joining the police force, so he could protect his mother and his friends. That had led him to joining Mikasa's class and falling in love for the first time, being the most amazing woman he had ever come across. A simple schoolboy crush slowly developing into a passionate love. One he had never felt before in his life.
Looking back he was embarrassed at the way he went about trying to tell her how beautiful he thought her to be. Wishing he could have done things differently, but then that was part of growing up after all. I mean your teenage years were supposed to be awkward and uncomfortable for a reason after all. It was what allowed you to learn from your mistakes.
Love was never easy, especially as a teenager. So mistakes were only natural and expected, though he looked back and cringed. He never would have come as far as he had without them. The whole thing feeling like a dream, as if it wasn't even real. But that was how love felt, like you were walking on a cloud and time seemed to stop. I mean that's what everyone else said.
She had been the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. I mean, he had never really been popular with anyone growing up. Seeing her had been like an awakening to him, waking up his senses as if he had been in a long sleep. He remembered the first day they met, how long her hair had once been. Tumbling over her shoulders and face like a curtain, reminiscent of a Morticia Addams from the infamous TV show.
He remembered how sad he had been the day she had cut off her hair. Wondering if it had even been her choice or she believed that Eren knew best and allowed herself to change herself to his liking. Though this had not averted his affection for her, he had felt rather sad to see her lose her long flowing locks simply because her bossy little brother told her to.
She was this strong, powerful and beautiful girl, to see her do what Eren wanted simply because of his word was somewhat annoying to him. Back then wondering if she even had a sense of opinion at all. But over time she learned to grow her own wings and find herself as a person and distance herself from Eren. Though in a way keeping him close, instead of acting overbearing.
Though much time had passed, his affections had only grown stronger over time. The two of them becoming stronger than they had been back when they first met, emotionally and physically. They had been allowed to bond and Mikasa had become more aware of his feelings and even come to acknowledge him as a person. Which he had to admit had made him happy.
All these events had led them to where they were now. Laying quietly in the low-light of their shared bedroom, admiring her form for what must have been the millionth time. It was nothing special to admire something specific about someone, though he had a hard time admitting what was his personal favourite. Al of her was beautiful to him, but the shine of her hair was very alluring.
Though he had always loved and admired her hair, he did kind of miss its previous length. The silky black curtain that fell down her back radiantly, from back when they had been in middle school. Always wondering what it would look like with a ribbon or in a ponytail at that age, something simple but lovely. The only reason she had cut it was because Eren told her it would be problematic later on. However, there had been a million different ways to deal with it. Such as tying it back in some form.
Eren had never been good at showing his feelings in a way other than being abrupt or bossy, but that was just the type of guy he was. In his own way, he probably didn't want Mikasa to get picked on because of her long black hair and how more popular students would pick on her because of it. But he could have just been honest about it, instead of telling her it would get in the way.
As weird as it sounded, given he was comfortable of his own style. But he was jealous of how soft and silky hair, given how fine and radiant it was. Most likely due to the Asian blood she inherited from her mother. He had to say he was jealous of her lucky genes. I mean he was complimented for his cheekbones and eyes a lot, but his hair was nowhere near as nice as hers was.
Every part of her awoke a strong sense of adoration, passion and affection in him. Wanting nothing more than to make her happy and stand by her side as her equal and protector. Nobody had ever awoken the feelings she did in him, as dramatic as that sounded she had really changed and inspired him for the better. Helping him grow up and try to be better.
He reached out slowly with his fingers to play with the ends of her hair affectionately. So soft and fine, she always took such good care of it. The scent of her shampoo lightly dusting the air, or wafting up his nose when they cuddled was heaven. Imagining the many appearances, she would look good with. She always wore it the same way, so he couldn't help but allow his mind to wonder.
He had always imagined it with a simple braid, fishtail or French braid. Or even just fastening it back with a simple hair pin, in some form of messy hair style which felt more natural. Deep down he would love to style her hair, but he worried that would annoy her. So, he kept these feelings to himself. He had always been one to respect Mikasa's boundaries, knowing his limit's with her.
Mikasa blinked, watching Jean quietly. Remembering that the last time Eren did this to tell her to fix her hair. Though he was usually more blunt than this which had her taken aback. "Do I need to cut it again?" she asked curiously. She hadn't really been paying attention to the length as of late. She wondered if it was becoming too long. I mean she did tend to neglect herself sometimes which she was trying to move past.
Jean stared at her in surprise, wondering if she hated her hair or was simply unaware of her own beauty. Maybe he should try being more blunt with her sometimes as to get his feelings across. He then shook his head calmly "I was wondering what it would look like if you grew it out" he explained. He loved her hair, hell if she let him style it he would be over the moon.
This time, it as Mikasa's turn to look shocked. She didn't expect that sort of response from him, given by this point she had just gotten so used to having it short. It was just so much easier to deal with and hair products were cheaper. A soft blush tickling her cheeks shyly, though hard to believe she did lack a few skills stereotyped towards her gender. "I'm not really good with hair" she replied awkwardly. She was never the girly type, not one for make up or fashion.
Her mother had never really been able to teach her such things before she had died. Her uncle had never really been the kind of person for such activities and she hadn't had many female role models for such things. Back when she lost her family, she had lost her innocence. Her uncle had been stern and loving, she in turn had repressed a lot of emotions. This led her to neglecting a lot of her own personal desires as a woman.
She didn't wear make up, she did use skin care and body care. She ate healthy and looked after her body, but hairstyles, and other such female appearances she didn't really care for or understand. Her mother had always simply worn her hair as it was, long and framing her face so she did the same. It was simple, familiar and comfortable. Though she had sometimes wondered.
Jean smiled shyly, hoping she never told a word of this to anyone. His friends would never let him hear the end of it. "I can help" he offered kindly. I mean he was no hairdresser, but he knew a few styles thanks to their mutual friend Sasha. Sometimes it helped to have female friends. Teaching him a couple of things, so she could have help if she ever needed it.
Mikasa said nothing simply staring at him with a look of impression, he certainly had a lot of hobbies. It seemed she learned something new about him every day, but she liked that. It kept things interesting. It helped to add many personal jokes between the two of them, their own personal secret which they could laugh about between one another.
She sat up slightly, leaning against the pillows to help herself get comfortable. Her eyes filled with curiosity "What do you suggest?" she asked hopefully. She had allowed anyone to play with her hair since her parents had died. But somehow, she had come to find Jean touching her hair to be comforting and familiar, helping her calm down and sleep when she was troubled.
If he could teach her how to do it herself, she could try something new. A different style for certain occasions. Maybe a wedding or a certain party, showing off a little. She had to admit that sounded exciting. A few times walking through town she had seen a red ribbon to match her scarf, though she never had any idea of what she would do with it. So she never bought it.
Jean reached out and lifted some of her hair thoughtfully, allowing his mind to wonder. "A messy bun, a French braided bun, or maybe just tied back with a hair-clip or pins" he suggested. Fancy, casual or messy, he doubted there was a style that wouldn't look good on Mikasa. In a way she was his muse, she inspired him in so many ways. Though he doubted she was ever aware of the affect she had on him personally aside from love.
Mikasa watched Jean quietly, he was opening up genuinely to her right now. She could see the look in his eyes right now. He was imagining all his ideas on her right now, how he wanted her to look. She then took his hand, trusting him. Somehow, she felt comforted when he played with her hair. Though it was childish, every touch conveyed the love he felt for her. Even when it came to messing with her hair.
"Would you help me?" she asked fondly. She didn't let just anyone touch her hair, so far, her uncle and Eren were the only ones. He better know how important this gesture was, what it meant. She was trusting him with her hair, though if he used any jokes while doing so he better be prepared to be punished for trying anything funny. It was only fair after all.
Jean smiled, like he would ever say no. Especially when she gave him those puppy dog eyes of hers. She was a princess to him, his everything. All he ever wanted was for her to see how amazing he thought her to be. "Of course" he replied kissing her gently. He only hoped that the outcome would make her as happy as he hoped it would.