A/N- Same rules apply as they do in the Armin/Annie and Jean/Marco chapters. Nothing has happened between Eren and Levi. And, I don't ship them, but I did my best to make this good! Oh, and italics are there to add emphasis.

Bonus Chapter 3

Eren/Mikasa

Eren's slender fingers curled around the cool bottle planted loosely in the middle of the circle, and he flicked his wrist, sending the bottle into what seemed to be an endless swirl. His turquoise eyes were glued to the spinning bottle- eyes moving in a circular motion in time with the bottle.

To be quite frank, Eren was just downright excited. He had never been to a party like this before, and granted, they weren't doing much, but it was still fun. Now, all he needed was the bottle to land on someone he actually liked, and this night would be complete.

It would be a whole different story if the bottle were to land on someone like… Jean- and just the thought caused him to visibly shudder. He was about ninety-eight percent sure one of them wouldn't come out alive if they were to end up in the closest together. And just to be clear, the dead one would definitely be Jean- like hell he would let that asshole kill him. Besides, Eren thought to himself, in the end he was simply the stronger boy- no, the stronger man.

The only thing that would hold him back was Armin- said boy and Jean had gotten considerably closer in the last couple of hours. It was quite suspicious to the brunet, but he figured he could wait until later to find out if he would have to kill Jean for laying a hand on his best friend.

It's odd, he thought, how everything always came back to him killing Jean- maybe it was fate. Though, he didn't really consider prison for his future.

"Stop fantasizing about my incredible six pack and pay attention," Jean spit out, snapping his fingers in front of the brunet's face.

Oh, Eren thought, if only Jean knew…

And, while he had been lost in his thoughts, the bottle had slowed considerably, and Eren mentally pleaded for it to land on someone good.

Mikasa?

Armin?

Christa?

Hell, he would even be okay with Connie.

And when it finally came to a halt, Eren slowly lifted his gaze, taking in the worn down black converses, then the tight, slightly torn jeans, then the long-sleeved black shirt that loosely hung of the shoulder, and then the bright red scarf that had managed to stay in an almost flawless condition after all of these years.

"Mikasa!"

The ravenette peered up from her phone- eyes zeroing in on the bottle pointed directly at her. She shifted her eyes quickly around to each person in the circle, stopping on Eren once she noticed that he was practically grinning from ear to ear at her. And she studied his smile, discovering after a few observing moments that it was one of his genuine smiles- not one of his devious smiles that occur more and more each day.

She watched as the boy stood- dark eyes focused on his every move. When he approached her, she silently got to her feet, and the duo walked over to the closet. Eren held the door open for her, and she stepped inside the small, dark space, moving over to the right just as Eren stepped in and closed the door.

"Well, he got really fucking lucky," Reiner stated before falling back onto Hanji's plush carpet. "She's hot."

"Yea, but they've known each other for… well a while," Connie countered as he leaned back onto his elbows- matching Sasha's stance.

"What do you think will happen, Armin?" Ymir questioned- eyes locking onto the blond, who happened to be staring at the closet door curiously ever since Eren had shut it.

"Hard to say," Armin started, gnawing lightly at his bottom lip. "I've been friends with them for years, but I can never tell if their feelings cross the friendship barrier."

"Friendship barrier," Levi muttered loudly before letting out a loud sigh while shaking his head. "Okay Shakespeare," he began again, locking eyes with Armin's, "quit trying to sound poetic and pick a fucking game."

Armin glanced around the room. "Why do I have to be tasked with such a big decision?" He questioned- eyes darting amongst his friends.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Levi grumbled, flopping down onto the carpet and draping his arm across his eyes.

"Wait!" Connie shouted, earning another loud groan from Levi, which he promptly disregarded. "I totally know a game." He paused to ensure that he had everyone's attention- he didn't have to worry about Levi; he knew the older boy was listening even if he claimed not to be.

"So I went to grandma's house last Christmas. My parents made me go after I got suspended back in October for the whole pumpkin incident, which really wasn't my fault if you think about it. Mr. Pixis just came at the worst-"

"Oh just fucking get on with it already," Ymir snapped at the shorter boy, earning a glare from Christa, who had been listening to Connie's story intently- the blonde had only heard shortened versions of the infamous incident, and she often pondered what had really happened.

"Uh, rude," Connie snapped back with a great amount of sass in his tone. "Anyway," he started again, "we played this game with some of my grandma's bingo friends where you like write down your favorite movie on a piece of paper, and then you put the slips of paper into a hat or bowl or whatever, and a person or group of people will draw out a piece of paper and have to act out what the movie is without talking!" He finished, flashing his famous, megawatt smile.

"Is he serious?" Levi questioned under his breath loud enough for only Hanji to hear, and the brunette had to press her hand against her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

"Oh my god, Connie!" Ymir shouted with an exasperated tone. She threw her empty coke can at the boy's head. "That's fucking charades!" She tossed her hands up into the air while shooting the boy a look of disbelief- because really, did the twerp not know what fucking charades was?

"No it's not!" Connie yelled back, but he clearly brought a knife to a gun fight for everyone around him was either straight out laughing or trying and failing miserably to hide their laughter. Even Sasha- his friend, his partner in crime, the peanut butter to his jelly- even she was clutching at her stomach as her shoulders shook with laughter. "Charades is like an old people game!" He added, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes- his signature 'don't fuck with me' look.

"Oh god," Ymir wheezed out between fits of laughter. "And grandparents tend to run on the older side," she added after sucking in enough air to fill her straining lungs.

"Not all grandparents," Armin offered once the group seemed to calm down considerably.

"Thank you, Armin!" Connie called out loudly as he motioned wildly towards the blond. "It's good to know I still have one friend who is on my side."

"Connie," Sasha paused, taking in a few deep breaths, "you know we all love you." She draped her arm across his shoulders, pressing her face into his neck as a few giggles slipped past her lips.

Connie could feel the tips of his ears starting to burn as Sasha's warm breath trailed down his neck. "Er, yea… I know," he muttered, hoping no one would notice his reddening face.

"Can we just get on with the game?" Levi spit out. "Jesus, this is turning into fucking forty minutes in heaven." He griped before draping his arm back over his eyes- he really needed to reconsider his friend choices.

"Right!" Hanji shouted, clapping her hands together before hopping to her feet. "I'll go and get some paper and pencils and a bowl or something," she finished, making her way to the door leading downstairs.

"Of course they decide to have all the fun as soon as we leave," Eren grumbled as he moved away from the door; he pressed his back against the wall opposite of Mikasa.

Mikasa shrugged as her fingers unconsciously fiddled with her red scarf- the red scarf that Eren had given her years ago. It was the act that really sealed their friendship. She had never pegged him to be the considerate type- truthfully, she felt that he was kind of bratty as a child. But then he had given her the scarf when she had hit her lowest, and she could still clearly remember how the fabric felt so soft and so warm against her cold skin.

Because of that… because of Eren, she has opted to try and keep a more open mind about people. She's gotten quite a bit of friends from doing that, and she had Eren to thank.

"I know I say this like every day, but it still surprises me how you have managed to keep that scarf looking brand new." Eren started, pulling Mikasa away from her thoughts. "I mean, what? It's been like five years now?" He cocked his head to the right, studying the scarf closely.

"It's important to me," Mikasa responded quietly.

Eren shook his head as a small laugh slipped past his lips. "I know," he said softly, pushing himself off of the wall and closing the distance between the two. He stopped in front of Mikasa- reach out to brush his fingers against the soft, red fabric. "You worry me sometimes with this thing."

Mikasa's brows furrowed in concern. "How?"

"You wear this thing like every day," Eren answered.

"It's winter," the ravenette responded flatly.

"You know what I mean," Eren huffed.

"I'm not going to overheat during the summer," she said, and there was that familiar sass that Eren had grown accustom to dripping off of her voice. His words were highly insulting to her- she didn't understand why he would even begin to think that her body was weak enough to overheat because of a scarf.

"I know," Eren said, tugging playfully at a loose strand of Mikasa's hair. "And I know you aren't weak; that wasn't what I meant."

Mikasa's face softened at the boy's words. If there was one thing that she loved about Eren, it was that he had an act for knowing what she was thinking- probably because they had been friends for quite a long time.

She had seen how he and Armin could exchange short glances with one another and just know exactly what the other was thinking- the two had been friends longer than she and Eren; the strange mind reading came frighteningly natural to them.

"Hey," Eren called out, pulling Mikasa away from her thoughts once more. "Do you remember when you had to help me free my head when I shoved it into that hole in Armin's fence? What the fuck was I thinking back then?" Sure it was random, but the incident plagued his memories to this day.

Mikasa's face lit up- the corners of her eyes crinkling as her lips pulled up into a smile. The memory was as clear as day.

"Okay Bertholdt," Reiner started- muttering to his taller friend so only said boy could hear. "Just stand behind me and put your hands on my waist," he paused, reaching blindly behind him for Bertholdt's hands. He placed both of his friend's large hands on his waist. And, when he was sure that his friend's hands would remain in place, he looked around at the amused faces watching him.

Hanji gave the blond a thumbs-up, and Reiner nodded then closed his eyes- taking in a deep breath before lifting his arms- extending one straight out to the left and the other straight out to the right. He opened his eyes- lips pulling up into a bright, yet soft smile, and he flicked his head to the right as if he were flipping long, red locks out of his face.

"Titanic!" Christa squealed, clapping her hands together as a small giggle slipped past her smiling lips.

"Ah, Christa, you truly are a goddess," Reiner spoke through a low sigh as he and Bertholdt made their way back to their respective spots on the floor. He waggled his brows at Ymir upon noticing that the brunette was staring daggers at him, and Ymir wrapped her arm around Christa's small shoulders to emphasize that the blonde was hers.

"How did you know that that was Titanic just by them standing there?" Connie questioned- eyeing the blonde curiously.

"It was the way they were standing," Christa offered, but Connie only tilted his head- face scrunching up in confusion.

"Are you kidding?" Ymir questioned- disbelief evident in her tone. "That scene is freaking iconic!"

"She's right," Armin chimed in after nodding along with Ymir's words.

"But I've never watched that movie," Connie argued- lips puffing out into a slight pout.

"Doesn't matter," Ymir started- shaking her head at the twerp's words. "People know that scene whether they've seen the movie or not."

"Well, what does that make me since I don't know it?" Connie questioned- raising both brows as he watched Ymir stand.

The brunette reached down, offering her hands to Christa, and the blonde allowed her friend to pull her to her feet.

Christa went to grab a slip of paper from the bowl while Ymir walked over to Connie. She bent down, rubbing her hand along the fuzz atop Connie's head. "Some weird alien in his own little alien species?" She questioned with a shrug, earning a glare from the smaller boy as he slapped her hand away from his head.

"Just get on with it," Connie griped, motioning for the two girls to begin.

"I had detention for four days after that!" Eren shouted, wiping at the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He and Mikasa had been laughing about childhood stories for the last… well, they didn't know. They had clearly lost track of time.

Eren knew, though, that it had been long past seven minutes, and nobody locked them in- they could leave if they wanted to. But, he didn't really want to leave- not yet at least. And Mikasa wasn't making any notion that she wanted to leave either.

A few more minutes wouldn't hurt.

"Do you remember the canned soup incident?" Mikasa asked- shoulders shaking from laughter.

"Oh fuck," Eren said, rubbing his hands down his face. "I actually thought Ymir was going to slaughter me right there, in front of everyone. I mean, how the hell was I supposed to know Christa was behind her?" He tossed his hands up in the air, huffing as the scene played out in his head. "And Ymir yelled out something like 'You just fucking ruined her new cashmere sweater you douchebag!' right before swinging her fist down on my face." He gently rubbed his thumb down his cheek- he swore that there was still a lingering pain from the blow that had happened two years ago.

"I wouldn't have let her kill you," Mikasa reassured through a breathy laugh.

"Yea I know," Eren started, "you always have my back," he finished, grazing his knuckles playfully against the ravenette's chin.

Mikasa smiled, and it felt so natural- everything always felt natural around Eren. He was one of the only people that could strip her of her barriers- he was one of the only people that really got to see the real her. She didn't have to worry about anything when Eren was around… well, aside from worrying about the boy in general- because really, he was always getting into fights. And she always wanted to be there to help him.

She didn't want to lose him.

"What are you thinking about?" Eren questioned, catching the girl's attention.

"You," she responded as soon as the words left the boy's mouth.

"I'm flattered," Eren gushed, pressing his hands against his cheeks. And Mikasa reached up to pull his hands away- eyes widening when she felt Eren lacing his fingers through hers.

"Eren, what are you doing?" She questioned- silently hoping that her voice sounded neutral.

"Mm, experimenting?" He wondered aloud as he took a step forward, closing the remaining gap between the two. "Just go with it," he added. "I promise it will be okay."

Mikasa watched with now trembling eyes as the brunet leaned closer and closer until his lips were hovering right in front of hers. She noted that his eyes were closed, and what the hell?

Was he about to-

Her mind fell blank as his warm lips brushed against her cold ones.

"That was a fucking train wreck!" Jean shouted, clutching at his stomach as he beat his fist against the floor. He never once thought that he would ever see Levi and Hanji attempt to silently act out "Paranormal Activity", but tonight marked a moment in history. And he was suddenly very glad of his friend choices because that was just pure gold- not that he would actually tell them that.

He could still clearly see Hanji running around the room, knocking shit over and then jumping as if whatever object had moved on its own. And he was still uncertain on how she had convinced Levi to act as if he was getting dragged out of her bed by some unseen force, and Levi had flopped out of the bed with the most dead-panned expression Jean had ever seen.

And that wasn't even the best part- no. The best fucking part, to Jean, was that Levi was the one who wrote "Paranormal Activity" on a slip of paper.

"Fuck you," Levi growled as he fell back against the carpet. He'd have to remember to add that to his 'Times When You Are Ashamed of Yourself' list later.

But he was so fucking thankful that Armin had put him out of his misery by guessing the movie after the longest two minutes of his life, and he let the blond know by clasping his hand down on the boy's shoulder before returning to his spot.

And, yea, so he liked the fucking movie- doesn't mean he wanted to reenact it in front of these little shits.

He doesn't like it that much.

"Well, I personally thought it was better than Ymir and Christa's attempt at The Notebook," Hanji pointed out, replaying the short scene in her head. Ymir had lifted Christa, and the blonde had wrapped her small legs around Ymir's waist before extending her arms out as if they were wings.

"Are you kidding me?" Ymir snapped. "It was amazing, and that's why it took a whole thirty seconds before Reiner answered." She brought her gaze to the bulky blond boy. "Speaking of, how did you know what it was?"

Reiner let out a bellowing laugh before nodding towards Connie, who was covering his mouth to suppress his growing laughter. He slapped Bertholdt's knee before turning to face Ymir. "Let me tell you about the time Connie, Bertholdt, Eren, and I accidentally walked into the wrong movie."

Warmth.

There was only one word that could easily describe how Mikasa felt, and that word was warmth. It was a heated, tingling sensation coursing through her body, and it just felt so right. She allowed her eyelids to slowly fall shut as she leaned into the kiss.

And Eren smiled against the girl's lips because this was going way better than he had expected. He had been itching to kiss the ravenette as soon as they walked into the closet, but Mikasa was fragile- she may not seem like it, but he knew. He understood her better than anyone else. That's why he waited until the best possible moment.

And he knew he did the right thing he felt her return the kiss.

Feeling a little daring, Eren lifted his hand to the girl's cheek, brushing away a stray piece of hair just as Mikasa pulled her lips away. He pressed his forehead against hers while she placed her hand over his hand that was resting on her cheek.

They remained like that as the closet fell into a comfortable silence. And Mikasa was more than okay with the silence because what was there to be said aloud? Everything that needed to be said was said through that one kiss- a kiss that made her feel as warm as she did when she received the scarf.

And after a few quietly blissful moments, Eren pulled away from the girl, giving her hand a squeeze while shooting her one of his genuine smiles. He then took a small step back, nodding towards the door with a questioning look.

She nodded back at him, and he pulled the door open for her, placing his hand on the small of her back as he followed her towards the circle of friends, who had all turned their attention towards the two approaching.

"I'll just ask him myself," Reiner started, motioning towards Eren. "Eren, tell them that you cried like a little bitch during The Notebook."

Eren's eyes went wide as he shot the blond a panicked look. "Reiner!" He screamed, mentally cursing the world as he felt his face begin to burn.

"HA!" Jean fell onto his stomach- face pressed against the carpet as he repeatedly hammered his fists down onto the plush material.

"We told you!" Connie hollered over the roaring laughter. And he winced as Sasha slapped his shoulder while using her free hand to clutch at her stomach.

"Stop!" She cried out, gasping for breath. "My stomach is killing me!"

"Yes, please stop!" Eren shouted before flopping down onto the floor with a huff. He met Mikasa's eyes, and she gave him a sympathetic smile before reclaiming her spot across from him.

"Can we just get back to the game?" He pleaded, nudging the bottle towards the next spinner.

A/N- And that was challenging. It's probably super OOC, but I really tried. I hope I did okay!

Moving on, more chapters are to come!

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