A/N:

'Words'=Thoughts

"Words"= Talking

Sorry for the late update! finals week has been ruff but luckily i only have one class left.

As for the chapter, this was originally one really long chapter so i decided to split it (This being the more somewhat fluffy shorter part). That being said the next chapter is already typed so I'll just look over it and post in a day or two!

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Eren sat in Mikasa's bed, fidgeting with her blanket, they carried her scent, a nostalgic whiff of Rose hips. He still couldn't shake the thoughts about what had transpired between them, during their last wall outing.

'Take it easy, she was leaning in for a hug.'

He felt selfish, getting caught causing so many deaths, and yet could only focus on that one moment- a pleasant escape from a traumatic experience. The urge to confront her on the matter rose with every day that had past since than. His patience was running low.

The vibrating thumps of footsteps approached his rooms door, snapping his head up. Two outlined shadows of legs had shown below the thin opening beneath the door, as he starred in utter anticipation.

'I need to confront her.'

The door creaked open as Mikasa walked in nonchalantly closing it behind her. Eren noticed that she changed into her regular civilian clothes, must've done so in the restroom he thought.

Eren couldn't help but stare as her light-colored shirt pronounced her feminine features. He was so engrossed on her that he didn't notice she had wordlessly approached, handing out to him the glass of water.

"Well, aren't you going to take it?" She asks, starring at him questioningly.

Her words quickly snap him out of his little hormonal trance. He took it quickly, making a mental note to himself.

'What's wrong with me! Don't stare...don't stare.'

He couldn't help but blush, as he turned his head forward, avoiding all eye contact. He slowly brought the rim of the glass to his lips gulping down the water. His legs began healing instantaneously, emitting less and less smoke to Mikasa's relief.

"How are your legs, Eren? We can visit Hanji-San to properly treat them." She asks, looking at him expectantly.

"Its nothing permanent." He replied, clamping his right hand over one of his wounded legs.

He wasn't surprised when she leaned over unraveling the bandages Christa had done, to closely inspect the damage for herself.

"These bandages have been poorly wrapped, you should have waited for me to do them-" Still furious on how he let the blonde tend to his wounds tantrum free-"Are you sure you're fine?" She prods once more.

"I'm fine..." He responded, absently rubbing the back of his head.

She raised an eyebrow not buying his response, "Something else wrong?"

"Nothing much, just thinking." He explained, monotonously.

She knew something was bothering him but kept it to herself, they had been on good terms so far and she desperately didn't wan to ruin it. He had such a short fuse after-all, a simple blow of the wind could set him off the wrong way.

They remained silent afterwards, but it wasn't an angry, resentful silence that Mikasa had become accustomed too but one that reminded her of the timidness the two shared during her first few nights she spent in the Jeager household.

Her instincts to speak out her mind were raging within her, that is until the words escaped her lips."You shouldn't train with Sasha, Eren."

His head shot up with a start - finally returning her immaculate gaze. His turquoise stare hardened over with something bordering irritation, defiant as his own personality. "Don't baby me! What does it matter to you who I train with anyways?"He retorted, prodding knowing damn well he hadn't trained with the red head.

She sighed and did her best to answer his questioning eyes even though, she wasn't quite certain herself as to why it bothered her so much."Her unorthodox style may only hinder your progress, I told you, I'd be happy to train you afterwards."

His eyes widened, realizing the opportunity at hand. 'If i train with Mikasa, Jean wont be able to walk her back to headquarters.' Well it couldn't hurt, Jean waited hours for Mikasa to finish, so seeing his expression after he takes her to train would be priceless. "Fine, but right after okay?" He paused to place the empty cup on the nightstand beside him. "But never mind that, I have to ask you something."

She flinched slightly, brows narrowing. "Yeah?" She replies, halfheartedly, disguising her building curiosity.

"About that day..." His minds starts to wander, searching for the words to say next.

She felt a cold chill climb up her spine, knowing what was coming next. She had hoped, no wished he had forgotten or pushed it to the side like he usually did. She had given up than and got sucked into her desires, she would have gladly died by his side but not without spilling out her true feelings towards him. "Thank you for saving me, Eren." She breathes his name, so softly, digging deep down to muster up the courage to sit by him on the bed cupping his hand into hers.

He's quickly at a loss of words, and is unsure of how to make the situation better but it's already unbearably awkward. "You don't need to thank me for that." He felt a trickle of acceptance go down his spine. He would be lying if he said it hadn't felt good to to hear those words coming from her, after what he heard earlier that day. "Just don't give up again, you have to fight remember?."

Mikasa nods approvingly with an ever so slight grin, something as rare as a shooting star these days.

"Do you find it funny?" Eren scoffed. He turned and confronted Mikasa squeezing her hand slightly harder with eyebrows raised.

"No it's not that...It's just...ya know, sharing a room again brings back memories." Her voice was so calm, masked in a soothing honey, sweet and comforting as unintentional as she was trying to be.

"...Yeah" He pauses to yawn-"Too bad now we have two beds here, we used-" He stops himself mid-sentence, aware that he mistakenly spoke out his thoughts.

'Shit. I did not just do that.'

He glanced up immediately, hoping she didn't catch his slip up. Not tonight. Her grey eyes seemed fixated on him wide open in disbelief, and something else he couldn't quite read, was it embarrassment? He hesitatingly retracted his hand from hers. "Um, Just forget tha-"

"I miss it too," She quickly replied, cutting him off -"If you want, we ca-" She hesitated - softly darting her eyes downwards, lifting her muffler to cover the rush of blood flowing to her cheeks. Mikasa knew how he felt about her being overly clingy, or at least she thought she did.

"Tch- Fine remember our rules? just stay on that side!" His mind deducts, body already moving over to create more space. He observes her carefully, quietly wondering if she was going to take him up on the offer.

She remained silent for a few moments, her body language was as unreadable as it always was. "I remember," She replied, lips pressing up into a smile beneath her muffler. Mikasa leaned forward away from the bed, softly kicking her boots off before turning her head around towards Eren pointing at his jacket and 3D maneuver belts. "You're going to be uncomfortable," she warned, lightly. To her delight, he took her advice well half of it anyways as he quickly removed the jacket, flinging it across the room.

Eren settled his head softly on the pillow facing away from Mikasa, adjusting into a comfortable position."Well I'm going to get some sleep, so goodnight." His eyelids began to feel heavier, like they had been filled with lead, and drifted into unconsciousness.

Mikasa didn't respond, but gyrated her self around so their backs were barely pressed together.

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Eren cracked his eyes open and realized with a jolt that he was unusually warm and the sound of someone breathing felt all to close and then it hit him, he was still in Mikasa's bed with...

He rolled his head to the side and squinted down. Yep. There she was comfortably snuggled against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. Her dark raven hair wildly askew on one side. The other side was mashed flat, and was plastered to her face. One arm was draped over his chest at an angle with her hand placed above his heart.

Eren wasn't really sure how it happened, one second he was facing away from her, and another lying flat with Mikasa's body draped over his.

"Mikasa," He says, moving his shoulder gently, trying ineffectually to dislodge her from his side.

Mikasa grumbled something that sounded like, "G'back to leep, ern," and softly rubbed her face In his shirt before promptly drifting off again.

Eren let out a long-suffering sigh, this was all too familiar. She always managed to somehow draw closer to him in her sleep, and always spoke Incoherently. A pin drop usually woke her up but when she was with him it seemed impossible to wake her.

"Mikasa, it's time to get up," Eren said. Not quite the truth; it was still dark outside with the luminance of the moon shining through the window causing her pale snowy skin to somewhat glow- he couldn't deny it was a beautiful sight. It wasn't so much of him wanting her off him but more of what people in the squad would think if they seen them like this- after-all they weren't children anymore. He was beginning to lose sensation in his right arm, it was something he had been accustomed too when they were little, and slept together but that was years ago.

The girl stubbornly refused to get up.

"Just a-a bit moree," She said softly, without opening her eyes. She shifted her right leg bringing it over his thighs entangling them so that she could lean against him more comfortably.

"Come on Mikasa, you crossed your side like always." He hissed trying to sound stern but he sounded hopelessly fond instead. This rare chance to see Mikasa so open and well...just adorable was something that he couldn't quite resist. Then he snorted to himself and rolled his eyes. It had to be exhaustion making him think such sappy thoughts.

Eren fumed for a full minute within his thoughts. 'Great, now I'm not going to be able to feel my fucking leg's either.' The situation was odd, but weren't things a little strange since that day? Eren let out another resigned huff, giving up on waking her, he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off back into darkness.

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Satisfied by the silence that she'd made her point, Mikasa slowly peeked out of one eye over to Eren, a small grin spread over her face as she closed her eyes again. She wouldn't dare let this pass by so easily. She wasn't ready to be alone in a quiet bed again. Not ready for the sleepless nights, and the endless what if's that haunted her for not finishing what she went in for on that day.

"Good Night, Eren."She whispered softly.

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It's been more than 5 years since she had a good nights rest, and with Eren by her side she can finally sleep peacefully again in this cruel world.

A/N2: Again hope my writing/grammar isn't too much of an eyesore! I'll continue to re-read it and fix my mistakes.

Sorry for the little if none plot progression! as i said this was originally one long chapter, this being the beginning leading up.

As promised this was a somewhat Fluff chapter. I hoped you liked my interpretation of how Eren and Mikasa childhood was. (with the rules and whatnot) haha. I always pictured Mikasa being a deep sleeper with Eren by her side and if not she'd be like on her heels cause of what happen to her family. As for the sleepy Mikasa voice, i couldn't help it!

Thanks for reading and until next time!