Conditioning - RivaMika Week, Day 4

A modern!AU based on one of my headcanons. Also because it's that time of the year when cons are abundant and because certain series premiered last weekend in Japan.

Prompt: Sweet

"Tell me again, how did you talk me into this?" Levi asked, tugging at the stretchy fabric he was forced to wear while Mikasa fussed over his hair.

"I told you it would make me happy and since you love me..." She let the sentence trail off.

"A fact I'm questioning every day."

"Yes, well, it's too late now. You promised to do this for me and I'm not letting you back out."

He was about to turn around but she tugged at his hair.

"Stay still or I'll never get the wig to fit right."

"Is the wig necessary?"

"You wouldn't let me style your own hair."

She had an answer to everything, didn't she. It wasn't like Levi was really that set against the wig, or the costume itself. It was just... Mikasa was usually hard to fluster. She had that calm air around her most of the time and to see her flush with annoyance... It was still early enough in their relationship that Levi found everything she did endearing. Not that he would be telling her that.

"There," she said with a quiet triumph as she secured the last pin. "All done."

Levi shook his head cautiously. The wig was slightly uncomfortable but that had probably more to do with the fact that he wasn't used to the extra weight. It seemed to hold in place just fine, though, so at least he wouldn't suffer a costume malfunction.

Mikasa nudged him out of the way as she went about pinning her own wig into place. The bright aquamarine was eye-catching, as was her tight minidress. Maybe the whole hassle was worth it just to see her dressed like that.

"Are you staring at my legs?"

"I'm getting into character."

"Out of character, you mean."

"I'm not the one who has a whole series of meta on a subject of subtextual and textual sexual tension between the two in the manga and anime."

Mikasa glared at him. He smirked back and just to aggravate her even more, he crossed his arms.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to read them."

"I found it quite interesting, actually," Levi countered calmly. "A solitary man with a difficult life who meets a woman who can match and even challenge him, takes none of his shit and shows him there is more to life than he ever knew... Are you surprised I liked it?"

The glare disappeared and a gentler look took its place. She stood up and walked over to him, winding her arms around his neck.

"Are you still talking about Bulma and Vegeta?" she whispered.

"No," he replied equally quietly and then they were kissing which was a surprisingly unexpected side effect of his little speech. But just as the things started to get good - the dress was really short and easy to slide up - Mikasa stepped away and started fixing her dress.

"Later, okay? We're already late as it is."

Levi knew when he was beaten. Mikasa had gone to a lot of effort with their costumes and the least he could do was grin and bear it. At least he could get away with scowling by claiming he was in character.