Boop, look at me finally updating this!
Just two weeks ago I decided to check JeankasaSquad again and there were quite a lot of asks and prompts in the askbox, so I decided to try to write one them it. It goes like this:
Anonymous asked: au jean and mikasa go to different schools and mikasa wears a cute uniform and jean always spots her outside of the arcade/on the way home (o´∀｀o)
Now, I really tried to come up with something that 100% fits the prompt, but in the end I focused more on the arcade part than the uniform one, but I believe it's good haha
Disclaimer: boy, I know nothing of Street Fighter and had to use their wiki to pick the characters so HM. I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, and if I did, nothing would make sense, not that they do much to me anyway.
iv. arcade
It's ridiculous how one can make a school uniform so alluring.
She always passes by the arcade, dressed in that black plaid skirt and white dress shirt, dark jacket draped on the crook of her elbow and that deep red scarf wrapped securely around her neck. He can only see her from waist up from his spot by the pinball machine, and he wonders if her legs are long and lean and muscular and mirror her arms when she wears short sleeved shirts.
She's always accompanied by two other guys, a blonde one, Armin Arlert, the friendly one who has always a book or two in his hands, and Eren Jaeger, the jerk that usually pisses him off to no end when they enter the football field and stand on different sides. Black and white versus blue and golden; their rivalry only increases if you take into account that they attend to different schools that, imagine that, are rivals as well. He remembers seeing her in the bleachers a few times, sitting beside by the blonde and cheering for their friend, wearing colors that he wants to replace.
Her dark gaze one day shifts to look past the big front window of the arcade, it sweeps over to him and doesn't meet his, but it's enough for his heart to skip a beat and for him to lose the bet.
"Pay up!" His friend with the buzzcut all but shoves his upturned palm in his face, and Jean groans as he reaches inside his pocket for more coins.
He wants to go to her and talk to her, introduce himself and get to know her, find out all of her likes and dislikes and little quirks, but she's never seen alone and she never looks inside the establishment anymore, and so he sulks to the sound of various 8-bit songs as everyone around him laughs in contentment.
One day he is playing Super Street Fighter II with his freckled best friend, and he is winning when the bell above the door chimes as newcomers step inside. Dee Jay kicks Guile to the other side of the screen, the battle is over and his friend chuckles at Jean's victorious grin. "I let you win."
They bump their fists together as the game returns to the selection screen. "Sure you did."
"Did Jean the loser just win or are my ears deceiving me?"
Marco sighs as Jean whips his head to face his green eyed rival with the quirked eyebrow and stupid smirk. "Who let you out of the freak show, Jaeger?"
"I thought it was prohibited to bring animals in here, Bodt."
"So I presume Arlert doesn't know how to read?"
"Watch your mouth, horseface."
The tallest of the trio squeezes his way between the two other males and pushes them away from each other, keeping his palm on their chests so they won't try to move forward. "That's enough, you two. There's a game scheduled for this weekend and it wouldn't be wise to get into a fight now." Jean twists his lips and steps back without tearing his gaze away from the shorter guy, much to his friend's relief. Still Marco keeps his arms outstretched until the other teen, too, backs away.
Eren chuckles and cracks his knuckles before he places his backpack down on the floor. "Let's settle it with a game, then." He cocks his thumb towards the machine that displays sixteen options of characters and green and yellow world map. "Best of three."
"No Ryu or Ken allowed." Jean adds, well aware of how Eren recurs to these characters when he wants to win easily.
Marco steps away from the game to let the shorter guy play. "What? Afraid you're gonna lose?" He taunts, and chooses Balrog with a wide grin.
Balrog versus Sagat it is. "Just delaying your defeat, Jaeger." And so it begins.
Bodt stands in the sidelines as they curse and slam their fingers down on the buttons bright lights flashing and painting their skin of different colors as moves are made and special attacks are thrown. The characters jump about the scenario, the blue hued background depicting Japanese rooftops whilst they kick and punch each other on wood boards. Grunts are heard and blood flashes on the screen, and Jean is positive that he is going to win.
"So you two are here too." He hears Marco say from behind his back, and he can almost hear the smile in his voice. "It's been a while, Armin, Mikasa."
Shit. His finger slips and he misses his opportunity to strike, Eren sees an opening and delivers the ending blow, sending the tanned man in blue shorts flying across the stage. It's over.
Armin smiles softly as his friend whirls around to face them, and Mikasa claps her hands with the sole intent of boost his ego. Jean looks at her from over his shoulder, sees that she's dressed in that godsent (he admits is now) black and white uniform and he can't help but tighten his hold around the joystick.
Eren, of course, sees it. "Told ya you'd lose, Kirschtein."
He fists his hand and looks down at him as if mocking his existence. "There are still two rounds left."
"Oooh right," the brown haired teen turns and picks another character, a green guy with orange hair that resembles a wild mane. "If you don't believe in yourself, who will?" Jean merely quirked one corner of his lips and didn't grace him with an answer. Blanka versus the blue clad fighter, Chun-Li; an Asian girl, just like Mikasa.
The trio watches in silence as the boys, once again, start cursing and taunting each other over the sound of battle cries and sound effects. After a while, Armin places his hand on the girl's shoulder and says something quietly, to which she nods and they leave, followed by Marco; Jean and Eren, oblivious to their departure, almost scream at each other when one's character manages to hit the other. The green man crouches and curls around himself in a ball; the girl is left with the option of trying to evade his rolling attack.
So immersed in the game, Eren pushes it too far and accidentally sprains his wrist when he tried to evade the girl's kicks and activate a special attack at once. A short cry leaves his lip and he staggers back, leaving Jean to finish him off in the blink of an eye. They've come to a draw and he can no longer play; thankfully, their friends are approaching.
"What happened?" Armin's gaze falls on Eren's cradling his wrist on his palm, and his friend knows he doesn't need to explain himself. "I told you to be careful," the blond says with a frown and passes him his ice cold can of soda to place upon the injury.
Eren takes it with a grateful smile and flinches when the cold surface touches his skin. "We can finish it some other day," Marco suggests as Jean steals a few chips from his bag and nods in agreement. "Preferably after the game."
"No! We need to settle this now!"
Jean snorts and talks around his mouthful of chips. "You can't even play anymore."
"Armin can!" His agitated eyes dart to his friend, and his eyebrows shoot up in expectation. "Right, Armin?"
But the blonde raises his hand as if to show he's unarmed and sheepishly stammers. "I don't know how to play Street Fighter, you know it." He had always preferred classics such as Pac Man and Donkey Kong, games that Eren deemed as lame and for kids. His refusal to try might as well be counted as a payback for saying awful things about his friend's favorite games. Eren's face falls and his mouth hangs agape, but try as he might he won't persuade the blonde into playing.
"I'll do it." Four pairs of eyes fall on Mikasa, who meets their surprised gazes with a rather boring looking one as she sucks her soda through the red stripped straw. Jean swallows and doesn't even try to look away as her mouth parts and releases the plastic straw. Is she purposefully doing it, he wonders, but decides he doesn't care as long as he can stare at her doing that dressed in that god damn outfit that shows her strong and lean and smooth legs just like he had expected them to be. He is in heaven. The girl of his dreams wearing that uniform standing in the middle of an arcade establishment as she sucks on a straw; what else can he ask for?
He clears his throat and his hands shake inside the bag of chips. "Fine, I accept it."
She passes her drink to Armin and shrugs off her jacket; it slips down her arms and he is overjoyed to see her wearing the long sleeves shirts showing plenty of her pale skin. Eren takes the piece of clothing from her so she can crack her knuckles. "Ken and Ryu only," she instructs and proceeds to tie her short black hair with the elastic band wrapped around her right wrist. "I'll take Ken."
Good god, what a turn on. He didn't know she knew how to play – he didn't even know she was into video games, and she seems so confident and cool when she places her palms on the machine and picks the desired fighter. Jean wipes his hands together and steps closer to her, enjoying the feel of the warmth irradiating from her pores. She has her lips pursed and brows drawn down in concentration, her cheeks are slightly pink and oh god she is thrilled.
He presses the button and the intro plays.
He knows he's going to lose.
Mikasa is fast as she presses the buttons and controls the blonde character, punching and kicking at his rival dressed in white and quickly lowering their health bar. Jean can only try to keep up with her and slams his fingers down on the round red buttons and tries so hard to fight back, but she's more experienced than he expected and soon the orange clad fighter kicks his character on the chest. She steps back before Ryu can land on the ground. It's over.
Jean releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and Marco approaches him, coaxes him back into breathing normally. "It's unfair to let you play, Mikasa." Eren says as she slips her jacket on once again. "You always crush everyone."
She smiles at him, a full grin that shows teeth, and more air rushes out his Jean's lungs. "One day you'll catch up with me."
"I highly doubt it." The he turns to his rival and smirks. "I want a rematch after the game this Saturday." The taller man only nods as he finally manages to breathe properly.
Armin returns the can of soda to the girl and pats her shoulder in congratulations. "Let's get going so Eren can put actual ice on his wrist." The green eyed teen smiles sheepishly and his friend simply laughs at him as they start moving towards the door.
"You go ahead," the dark haired beauty says, and they exit the place but still wait outside the establishment for her. She turns to Jean and meets his bewildered gaze with a soft smile, and Marco leaves them with the excuse that he is going to fetch their backpacks. The teen before her cracks a slight grin and rubs the nape of his neck with his already damp palm; she offers him her drink. "You seem like you need it."
He takes it from her, their fingers don't touch, but his heart flutters at her gesture. "Thank you, Mikasa."
She occupies her hands and fixes her scarf, never breaking eye contact. "What do you say that we play Mortal Kombat this Sunday?"
Thank god he didn't drink yet because he knows he would choke. "Sounds good to me."
"Three p.m.?"
He nods, "Three p.m."
There's another smile on her face as she bids farewell and leaves to meet her friends outside. He sees when they reunite and when she passes by the window she glances in his direction, and this time their eyes meet. Marco only returns when they're out of sight and pats his friend on the back softly, shaking his head as he smiles at his reaction. "Breathe, Jean."
"I can't, Marco." He wheezes and quickly encloses his lips around the straw where her mouth had previously been; he bites down on the plastic.
"Seems like you've got a date." Jean nods his head multiple times, his hands fist by his sides and he can barely contain his excitement. He could barely believe it was happening. "But Jean?"
He inhales sharply through his nose and murmurs, "Yeah, Marco?"
"You have never Mortal Kombat before."
Jean finally chokes on his drink.