Chapter 2
Mikasa stared at the newcomer, gobsmacked. He smiled and held out his hand.
"Mikasa, right? I'm Eren Jaeger," he said. Mikasa looked at his hand and then glared, whirling around to her parents and brother.
"What the hell is this?" she asked.
"Now Mikasa, don't be rude, he flew all the way from Germany to go to this school. The least you can do is show a little compassion," her mother said.
"Compassion? Couldn't you have at least talked to me about this, before you introduce to me to my new roommate!?" Mikasa snapped.
"Please don't talk to me like that, and I assumed you would have been happy about it. Eren is joining the artist department and could use assistance, not to mention you could help each other study. It's an in house study session," her mother explained. Mikasa opened her mouth to speak, but her father beat her to it.
"The Ackermans and the Jaegers have been friends ever since our childhood and they have helped us in many ways. The least we could do was watch their son as he completed school," Erik said.
"There are dorms," Mikasa reasoned.
"Expensive dorms, and why would we make his parents spend so much money when they have an option to not and also have guaranteed safety of their only son," Akane stated.
"Don't worry, I won't get in the way of your routine, but you will have to get used to seeing me every day, are rooms are right next to each other," Eren said. Mikasa glared, but still faced her parents.
"I can't believe this..." Mikasa grumbled, and she turned on her feet and stormed up the stairs.
"I sure hope me being here won't cause too much trouble," Eren looked concerned.
"No it won't. Just give her some time to cool down, she's still stressed about beginning college and having a new roommate is probably something she needs to grow accustomed to. She'll come around, always has," Akane explained.
In her room, Mikasa laid on her bed glaring at the wall. She couldn't believe her parents didn't confide in her first. This changes everything. Mikasa liked isolation and peace, and having a new person invading her peace is unacceptable.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie. The door opened, and someone walked in.
"Mikasa? Can I come in?" Eren asked. Mikasa didn't say anything, so Eren took it as a yes. He walked up to her bed, but didn't sit on it. She was a ticking time bomb and he took a big risk coming in here...alone, without any witnesses. "Listen, I understand that a new person in your home is probably shocking and a little sudden, but I want to assure you that I don't mean to invade on anything you have going on here. We don't have to talk, we don't need to interact, hell, you can shower first every morning, and if you use all the hot water, I'll just suck it up." He looked at her again, but she didn't move from her spot. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry that my arrival has spun you out of control, but know that I don't mean to completely change your life." Mikasa finally moved, she sat up and faced him. Her eyes were burning with anger, and Eren thought maybe he said the wrong thing.
"I better get the shower first, it's my fucking house. Also, I'm not mad at you personally, I'm just upset because my parents know I don't like that many people around me, especially when it involves school. My parents aren't around much because they are both lawyers who travel the country on cases, and for them to just show up and throw all of this at me when I only just started college, well, it's just frustrating," Mikasa explained.
"Believe me, I can understand. My dad is a doctor and I never see him. Usually, it's just me and my mom. My dad wanted me to study medicine, be like him, but my mother said that he wasn't around enough to be telling me how to live my life and decide my future. So, she talked me into applying here and, well, here I am," Eren said. Mikasa nodded.
"Sorry to here that, seems we both have the same kind of situation," Mikasa said. Eren nodded.
"I'm glad that I'm not the cause of your anger, so I'll let you be now," Eren said, he turned to walk away.
"I hope you know that just because we talked, doesn't mean I'm letting you braid my hair," Mikasa stated. Eren grinned and turned to her.
"Well that's good, cause I suck at braiding," Eren said, before he took his leave.
That night at dinner, they had fried chicken and rice with grilled squid dumplings. It was the Ackerman's celebration dish, and also Mikasa's favorite. The dinner was mostly silent, until Erik spoke.
"So, Eren, are you excited to be starting at Trost tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah, super excited. I've seen pictures of the building, but seeing it in person is going to be a whole other experience," Eren explained.
"Well, I'm sure Mikasa could help with getting you settled," Akane offered. Mikasa's grip on her fork tightened. Eren noticed and laughed nervously.
"I'm sure the teachers will help, Mikasa probably wants to get herself sorted first," he said.
"Nonsense!" her father replied. "Mikasa has always been one for helping others, and this would be a great way to get to know each other."
"Dad," Mikasa said through gritted teeth. "We are in completely different departments, I know nothing about the artist section, I'd only be a burden."
"Doesn't mean you can't come along, and if you need to find him while in school you will at least know where to look," her father insisted.
"Why would I need to find him? I'm going to be doing my own studies, and he will be doing his," Mikasa argued.
"But, if you want to get lunch or you need to tell him you won't be home, you can easily locate his whereabouts," her father argued back.
"He's not my brother, dad. He doesn't need to know where I am, it's none of his business," Mikasa countered.
"It will be once you get to know each other."
"We don't need to, we are in completely different worlds."
"Not really, your sections are right on top of each other."
"What does that prove?! The only time I'll be seeing him is at dinner," Mikasa snapped.
"Don't take that tone with me," her father scolded.
"I'm eighteen years old, father. I don't need Eren to fucking babysit me!"
"Mikasa!" her mother shrieked. Mikasa looked at her mother, breathing heavily. "I think you should take your dinner up to your room. We are celebrating Eren's arrival and we don't need you putting a dark cloud over this night," Akane explained. Levi put his face in his hands.
"Oh god..." he mumbled. Mikasa's expression darkened.
"Celebrating...Eren's...arrival..." Mikasa growled. "Forgive me, mother, for putting a dampener on this swell night of celebration. And I guess I was the only one celebrating my achievement of starting college today. But you know, that's fine."
"Mikasa-" her mother started.
"You know, neither of you have even said anything to me about what I did, you didn't even say you were proud of me. As always, Levi is the one who covers that part. The only thing you do for me as parents is boss me around. Well, I'm done with that, have a good dinner." And with that, Mikasa got up, grabbed her car keys and stormed out of the house.
Mikasa got into her 1987 Camaro and started the ignition. She felt kind of bad for storming out like that, especially since it was a night of celebration, but it seems that they will have to celebrate without her. She drove out of her yard and headed for Trost University.
Mikasa willed herself not to cry as she entered the parking lot of the university. She stopped the car and sighed, leaning on the steering wheel. She probably should've called first, but she really needed to get out of that house. Taking a breath, she stepped out of the car and hurried onto campus.
She entered the female dorm building and walked onto the elevator. She pressed the 3rd floor button and the doors closed. The elevator started to move upwards and Mikasa bit her lip.
What if she didn't even want to see her? What if she got angry with her showing up without a warning? Mikasa shook those thoughts out of her head. She was overthinking, she'll be fine.
The elevator doors opened and Mikasa stepped into the hallway. It was lit by white lights and it was very quiet. Mikasa took out her phone and opened up her messaging conversation.
"Room 7," she said to herself as she walked the halls. She reached the oak door and hesitated before knocking, but again, thought she was being silly and she knocked. It took a second when she heard the door unlock and it opened. A brunette stood there, staring at her bewildered.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Uh, sorry, I thought this was Historia Reiss's room," Mikasa said. The girl smiled.
"Historia! Someone is at the door for you!" the girl shouted inside. She looked back at Mikasa and opened the door wider. "Come on in," she offered. Mikasa gave a small smile and let herself in. Inside was simple, but beautiful. There was a small kitchen, a living area with sliding doors onto a balcony, and a table with 2 chairs. There was also 3 doors and one of them was closed.
"I like your dorm," Mikasa commented.
"Thanks, I'm Sasha by the way," she introduced. Mikasa smiled.
"I'm Mikasa," she said.
"Mikasa? Oh, I've heard about you," she said.
"Mikasa?" Historia said. The teen turned to the previously closed door and saw the blonde staring at her. "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Sorry, I just didn't know where else to go," Mikasa admitted. "I had a argument with my parents and, well, I just needed to get out of the house and-" Mikasa stopped to look at Historia's face. She looked a bit sad. "God, I'm an idiot, sorry to intrude, I'll just go, I'm sure-"
"No, no, no, Mikasa it's fine. I'm actually honored that you came to me before anyone else," Historia said, walking over. She wrapped her arms around the blackette and hugged her. "You can stay here tonight, you can share a bed with me if you'd like," Historia offered.
"Thank you so much, but I can take the couch," Mikasa insisted.
"No I insist, after your night I'm sure a bed will be more appealing," Historia smiled. "Come and sit down and tell me everything."
"I'll make ramen!" Sasha declared. She ran to the kitchen and the banging of pots could be heard.
Staring at her ramen Mikasa sighed after she told her friend the story.
"So, they just invited this random boy into your house?" Historia asked.
"It's not so much that, it's just that they didn't care about what I thought, and they always assume or just, make it so I am okay with every choice they make."
"The more important question is...is he hot?" Sasha asked.
"Sasha..." Historia sighed.
"What? If he's hot then it wouldn't be a problem for me, and if you share a bathroom, you would probably see him shirtless," Sasha teased.
"Whether or not he's hot, still doesn't change the fact that my parents are jerks," Mikasa crossed her arms.
"What does he look like?" Sasha asked.
"Sasha, show some respect," Historia chided.
"Brown hair, emerald green eyes, tanned skin, same height as me," Mikasa described. Sasha hummed in approval.
"God, girl," Sasha laughed. "Bright eyes are the best."
"I guess so," Mikasa agreed.
"What about you Historia," Sasha asked. The blonde thought about it.
"Light hair and blue or green eyes," Historia said.
The whole night, the three girls talked about typical teenage girl stuff. Mikasa enjoyed both of the girls company. She learned that Sasha was studying the dramatic arts. She loved to act and play characters, she said that it was a way to be herself without people questioning it. She was an only child who lived on a farm with her father raising horses. She also had a boyfriend. Connie Springer was his name. She loved him with every inch of her being. They had the same personalities and humor and never argued. She said that he had a brother and a sister, who he loved to death. He went to this school, he studied art, ceramics and pottery.
Historia had 5 siblings, 3 sisters and 2 brothers. Her parents were famous estate owners and supported her 100% of her choice to be a singer. How Mikasa envied her. She loved to sing, had the voice of an angel. She had a boyfriend also, he lived in California, but he was starting school at Trost after winter break. Historia was so excited she said. His name was Armin Arlert, he was the smartest person she knew. He loved to paint with water colors, it was his major and it was how he got in the university, along with his flawless grades. He was an only child whose parents died when he was very young. He lived with his veteran grandfather who he admired greatly.
"So, that night, Connie spent 50 dollars just for me," Sasha finished telling her story.
"Oh my God Sasha," Mikasa smiled.
"You are crazy! The poor boy," Historia agreed.
"He didn't mind, he was happy I shared some though, usually I never do," Sasha shrugged her shoulders. Historia checked her phone.
"It's 1 am!" she said.
"Are you serious?" Sasha said, looking over the blondes shoulder.
"Classes start tomorrow, we need to go to bed," Historia said. She got off the couch and gathered all three tea cups from the coffee table. "Mikasa you can borrow some of Sasha's clothes, you're taller then me and your body is a bit different so we won't fit the same size. You can choose your side of the bed as well," Historia explained.
"Historia, I can't thank you enough," Mikasa said, getting up.
"It's no problem, really. I'm just happy you're not sleeping on a park bench somewhere."
"Come with me, let's get you some clothes," Sasha said, standing up also. Mikasa smiled, and followed the brunette into her room.