Pairing: Mikasa/Eren
Setting: Modern Day AU where they are college aged.
Rating: T (for some language)
Words: 1890
Notes: I really wanted to do an AU with them so they don't have to be sad and kill things. Mikasa's parents are still passed because I just liked the idea of Mikasa growing up with Eren and them falling in love and Grisha making them embarrassed all the time lol
Frost
Eren thought he heard someone calling his name, but he also thought he was trapped in some kind of video game where he just had to jump over that ledge right there and he would get the next key or a shield or…
"Jesus, Eren, you sleep like the dead. Will you wake up already?"
Eren's eyes unwillingly fluttered open at the sound of his dad's loud voice. "Whadya want?" Eren mumbled, trying to roll over in bed away from his dad and pulling the comforter up over his shoulders again. He felt his dad grab a hold of Eren's blanket and his arm, pulling him back. He let out a whine he supposed was far below his age. Whatever. It was too damn early for this. He looked over at his clock on his night stand. It was way too damn early for this.
"Why are you waking me up? I don't have class for hours." He tried once more to roll over, but his dad was not relenting.
"It snowed last night so I suggest getting up and cleaning off your car before it gets worse and I have to listen to you complain."
"You just want me to clean off your car so you can go to work don't you?"
Grisha turned to leave Eren's room but not without flicking on the lights causing Eren to groan and pull the blankets over his eyes.
"Wake Mikasa up too, she has class earlier so she'll need to clean off her car as well."
"I still don't get why-" His bedroom door shut behind his dad. "I have to do it." He grumbled but threw his blankets off; no doubt the outcome of not listening to his dad was far worse than going out in the cold; mainly because the "You still live in my house" talks had gotten old years ago. Eren pulled some jeans and a thermal on from off his dresser before heading out of his room and down the hall. Mikasa's room was at the end of the hallway, just past the bathroom. He carefully opened the door and stuck his head in.
The room was still dark telling him she hadn't been awake either. He slipped inside and stepped over a few of her books to get to her bed. She was curled up on her side, which was normally how she slept, and her blankets up to her chin. She looked so peaceful laying there, her black hair falling in her face. She hated the cold more than anyone he knew, including himself. How could he wake her up just to shove her outside?
He turned and left her room instead, closing the door quietly behind him. Eren figured he would go to the bathroom, come back and maybe she'd be awake by herself. Yet when he came back, she was still curled up, sound asleep; as if he had the heart to wake her up. He grabbed her scarf that was hanging on her headboard and crept back out, heading down the stairs.
"Thanks, Eren," his dad called from his spot at the kitchen table, drinking his nice hot coffee, eating his warm toast.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered in response, wrapping the scarf around his neck as he pulled his jacket off the rack and shoved on his boots. He grabbed his keys off the key holder by the door.
"Don't get her scarf dirty; She'll kill you."
"Yeah, yeah, thanks, Dad," Eren waved off his comment before opening the front door.
It was fucking cold out.
The wind bit through his heavy jacket straight to his bones; they all better be thankful he loved them so much. He pulled his gloves out of his jacket pocket and slipped them on before opening his car door. Snow fell into his seat a little bit as he sat down, tugging up the scarf over his mouth. Clutch in, break down, turn on the car. He cranked up the heat and set the car in neutral before grabbing the snow scraper from the back seat, getting out and slamming the door. Well that knocked some of the snow off.
He looked over at the three cars in the driveway; they really better be damn thankful he loved them.
He started with Mikasa's little car, brushing off the snow, trying to avoid it as it came falling down in heaps. It reminded him of when they were young and how they used to try and go sledding in their back yard, but there were no hills. Eren would just end up pushing her around and pretending they were going downhill; until Grisha would just come out and take them and the sled to the nearby park where there were actual hills.
He turned the scraper around and began working on the ice on her windshield. Winter was never his favorite but at least it meant time off from school soon, though it meant finals before that. Which is probably why Mikasa had all her books out from last night. He moved onto her windows, trying to make sure she'd at least be able to see. He wished he had thought to grab her keys so the heat could help him out some. Oh well. He scraped and brushed the snow away, his jeans getting hit with snow and giving him dark blue splotches, until he could actually see the tan car underneath all that snow and ice.
Eren smiled at a job well done and moved to his dad's car; it would be nice if he could feel his ears though. He pushed the snow around and scraped at the ice, not really doing as nice of a job as he did on Mikasa's but whatever his dad would survive. They only lived five minutes away from his clinic; it wasn't like he couldn't drive with a little snow on the top of his car. He did make sure his dad could see out of all his windows after all.
The snow was already melting on his car thanks to the heat; he brushed and some of the ice cameright off. Ice was not something he was a fan of in the winter; he didn't really like falling and smashing the back of his head into the sidewalk which much to Jean's laughter happened far too many times in his lifetime. Mikasa hated the cold too but she always got excited to see the ice crawl up the windows, covering the car in the morning. It meant Christmas was coming though now it just meant finals were coming but whatever, he still always smiled with her that first frost; after that he just hated the snow.
The front door slammed nearly giving Eren a heart attack. He had to catch his balance against his car to keep from falling.
Mikasa was practically sprinting across the walkway to get to her car, her backpack slung over her shoulder. He took it she finally woke up.
"Hey, hey, slow down. What's the big rush?" he arched an eyebrow at her while he brushed some snow off his windshield.
She halted in her spot right in the middle of the walkway and stared at him. Well, apparently his dad wasn't the only one who never expected him up in the morning. "My alarm didn't even go off and it snowed all night, I can't find my scarf, now I'm running late and I have to clean off my car still. I just really have to leave now."
Eren gestured to her car with his scraper. "I think there's one step you can cross off. Well two, I grabbed your scarf this morning."
It looked like Mikasa finally took a breath and noticed her snowless and iceless car. "Did you…?"
"Yeah," Eren turned around to keep swiping off the melting snow. "Dad made me get up early to clean off his car." He couldn't help the roll of his eyes. "He told me to wake you up, but I couldn't so I just cleaned your car for you."
He felt her body run into his back, nearly pushing him into his car. "What? I just cleaned off your car," he chuckled, lifting an arm to look at her as she moved her body so she was in between him and the car.
She looked up at him with those eyes, and that smile, and Eren felt like he had something in common with the melting snow. "Thank you." Her hands were tight around him as she tilted her head up to place a kiss against his cheek.
Eren pulled down her scarf from his face. "I think we can do better than that." He leaned down, his lips aiming right for hers, but she backed away, her cheeks turning red to which he assumed was not from the cold.
"Eren," she mumbled. "Your dad can probably see us from here."
"I just cleaned his car off, he owes me one." He brought his fingers to her cheek and this time she didn't pull away. Her lips were warm, a lot warmer than his he assumed, but it didn't seem to matter since she only pulled him closer to her wrapping her arms around his neck. Eren brought both his hands to her waist before he trailed them down to her hips, his body moving to lean up against her, pressing her back into the car. His lips moved with hers, suddenly not feeling all that cold anymore. How could he with her warm body against him, her hands on him, her lips with his.
She broke away from him, her face flushed. "I should go or I'm never gonna get to class."
"That's okay." Eren moved back in to kiss her again but she just swatted at his shoulder.
"I'm serious," she laughed. "But really, thank you for cleaning off my car. I'll see you when you come on campus later. Okay?"
Eren looked down at her, still not moving his body away from hers. He reached up to his neck and pulled off her scarf. He unceremoniously draped it over her causing her to laugh again.
"Wait in my car, I'll go grab my things."
"You don't have to drive me, I can get there myself, besides I have class way before you, you'll just sit around."
"Better sitting around there than doing more chores for my dad. Beside my car is already warmed up, just get in, okay?"
Mikasa was trying to bite back her smile but it wasn't working so well. "Okay."
"Alright. I'll be right back." Eren turned around and walked back up to the house. He wiped and kicked his feet on the doormat before opening the door to look for wherever he left his unopened backpack. Maybe it was in the living room? Kitchen?
Grisha was still sitting at the table, reading his newspaper. He didn't even look up when Eren came back in.
There it was by the stairs; his homework didn't even make it to his room but at least it made it to the house yesterday. He grabbed it and went to head out again.
"I'm taking Mikasa to class."
Grisha still didn't look up at him. "I see the snow wasn't the only thing melting out there."
"Goodbye, Dad."