A/N: I need more Aus for SnK because there's a 75% chance it's not full of death and dying like the manga/anime so here's a college AU.


"Eren Jaeger, open the door," a voice called from the other side. The speaker had the same authoritative tone that Eren had only heard police officers or teacher speak in. "A student has reported you for smuggling suspicious objects in and out of the residential living commons."

"That goddamn Horse Face," Eren cursed under his breath. It was a well-known fact that Jean Kirschstein (who Eren had dubbed Horse Face for his equestrian facial features) hated Eren. Of course, the fact that Eren gave him the Horse Face title didn't help. Kirschstein would do absolutely anything to bust Eren.

Armin gulped and glanced at Eren. "It's Mikasa," Eren's roommate whispered nervously, tugging at his color. He had a habit of picking at his clothes when he was anxious. "The RA. We should probably let her in, Eren." He made a move towards the door but Eren glared.

"Take one more step forward, Arlert, and I will make sure you never see the light day again," he snarled.

"Do you even know Mikasa?" Armin hissed back. "She could probably kick down this door if she wanted to. I think she might do that actually. It might be within her powers as an RA."

Hadn't everyone heard of Mikasa? She was the strongest, smartest, most beautiful person in the school. Well, Eren wasn't sure if they were just rumors because he never had class with her but he had seen her roam around the halls enough to confirm that the last one might be true. Still, he thought it would take more than just hushed whispers about the RA to make Armin turn on him. "Does our bond mean so little to you? I see now that you fear her more than value our friendship," Eren sniffed.

"Yes!" Armin answered without hesitation. "She took down a drunk Reiner once and carried a passed out Bertholdt back to his room. So, yes, fearing her is the smart thing to do."

Honestly, Eren was pretty miffed at how quickly Armin responded. "Well, you still shouldn't open that door."

Mikasa gave the door three quick raps. "Eren, I know you're in there. I can hear your voice."

"Your voice is pretty loud," Armin agreed.

"Dammit."

"I'd rather not make this any worse than it is," Mikasa said. The handle door jiggled and Eren could hear a frustrated sigh. "Please open the door, Eren. The fact that you're not opening the door just adds to your suspicious behavior."

Before Eren could say anything, Armin darted towards the door. His hand settled on the handle, about to turn the lock and let Mikasa in. "Mikasa, it's Armin," he said. "Eren's roommate. I just want you to know that I am not involved in any of this in any way."

Eren stared openmouthed at his friend. He knew Armin would betray him sooner or later (mostly because he was incredibly good at getting into deep shit and dragging Armin down with him) but he thought it would be at the hands of a higher authority figure, like the president or something. He made a mental note to get a new best friend after this whole ordeal was over.

There was another sigh. "Armin, open the stupid door."

"Okay!" Armin squeaked and thrust the door open hurriedly for Mikasa, nearly hitting himself in the face as it swung open.

Mikasa stepped in and frowned at the dim surroundings. Lips pursed, she extended her arm to flick on the light switch on the wall.

Eren winced at the sudden brightness. "Don't you need a warrant or something?" he asked weakly. He already knew he was fighting a losing battle, especially now that she was in his domain, but he needed to at least try, right?

She didn't bother looking at him as she answered, instead walking around the room and avoiding piles of his dirty laundry. "Your roommate willingly let me in," she replied.

Thanks a lot, Armin, Eren thought. He shot a glare at his best friend – no, ex best friend, but Armin only stuck his tongue out at him. "Well, you've overstayed your welcome so you're going to have to leave now –"

"What's this?" Mikasa was at the corner of the room now, reaching towards a blanket that Eren had haphazardly thrown over his secret. He had hoped she would dismiss it as another pile of dirty laundry but it appeared she was much too smart for him. (And, honestly, it wasn't that great of a plan anyway but he cooked it up in half a second so who could really blame him?)

"Don't!" Eren shouted but it was too late.

Mikasa lifted a corner up and gasped, revealing the little crab habitat he had hidden in his room. "What is this?" she gasped, leaning towards the small glass box where his hermit crabs resided.

"My, er, hermit crabs," he answered, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

"I told him pets weren't allowed," Armin piped up. "That he'd get caught eventually."

"Kirschstein made it sound like you were smuggling cocaine or something," Mikasa said. She was sitting down on the floor now, face pressed against the glass to get a better look at the crustaceans. "When did you get these?"

Eren took some tentative steps toward her and scratched the back of his neck. "A few weeks ago? I thought they were cool but my parents never let me have them when I was living at home so I decided to go out and buy some once I finally got into college," he said. He was wondering when Mikasa would confiscate his pets and write up a citation for him. "I'm, ah, in trouble, aren't I?"

"What?" Mikasa finally broke out of her trance and she looked over at Eren. "No. Armin, shut the door."

"But-"

"Shut the door," she repeated, making sure to enunciate every single syllable.

Armin shut the door with a large bang and he sat down on his bed, grumbling. Jeez, it was like he wanted Eren to get busted. He could have at least pretended to be happy that his best friend wasn't in trouble.

"They're so cute," Mikasa said, returning her gaze to the hermit crabs.

"Yeah?" Eren said, taking a seat beside her. "Hey, you want to hold one?"

She looked startled and blinked at him, her eyes a marvelous gray. "I can?"

"Of course!" Eren laughed. "Here just hold out your hand…" He took her hand and turned it so her palm was facing upward. He reached into the tank and plucked a crab out, gently placing it on her hand.

She cupped the little crab in her hands and stared at it in awe. The way she held his pet, like it was the most precious and fragile thing in the world, made him smile. Mikasa cooed and stroked the shell of the hermit crab in the best way.

"You know, you're pretty cool," Eren declared. "I like you."

Armin sat up to stare at him and Mikasa looked up as well. Realizing what he had just said, Eren felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and he began to stutter.

"I mean, I…don't…hate you," he finally said lamely.

"Smooth," Armin mouthed from across the room.

He would have given Armin the finger but was distracted by Mikasa's laugh.

"Thanks," Mikasa giggled. "I don't hate you either."

He ducked his head and hoped she would be too distracted by his hermit crabs to notice the blush that was creeping up his neck.


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