Pairing: Eren/Mikasa

Setting:AU with switched genders, takes place during their initial training.

Rating: K+

Words: 1538

Notes: I had no idea what to do for this but I've never done a genderbend and welcomed the challenge and it was a challenge. I tried to keep their original personalities mixing with how I'd feel their different genders would affect them. I don't know how well of a job I did, but I hope it brings some laughter at least!

February 6th - Genderbend

"Okay, it's all clear. Get in here."

Eren didn't sound too happy as she grabbed onto Mikasa's arm, dragging him into the empty medical room. She quickly shut the door behind them, before turning her eyes on him. They were narrowed, her eyebrows arched with annoyance. Mikasa didn't think he quite deserved the anger he was receiving from her, but it was Eren, when did he expect any less?

"Sit down on the table," she commanded before going to look for something in the small room. It was the one used for treating small wounds and sickness, or to keep someone until they could be transferred to the medical bay and wasn't a place they were supposed to be unattended, but that hadn't ever stopped Eren before. Mikasa hoisted himself up onto the table, feeling some blood trickle down the side of his face. He wasn't even really hurt but getting Eren out of her mindset? It was easier to kill ten titans in a row.

He watched Eren grab a rag and run some water over it before she faced him again.

"Do you always have to pick fights?" she sighed as she reached the towel up to his face. Eren pressed the wet end against the cuts Mikasa knew he had; the stinging sensation made him cringe told him that as well.

"I don't pick them," Mikasa shrugged. He inhaled sharply when Eren pressed the rag far harder into his cuts than she needed to.

"Then tell me how do I always find you cut up and bruised before the day is over? We've so much training I don't even know how you find time to fight with other people. "

Eren's fingers brushed over his cheek as she moved the rag to clean up another wound. Mikasa would have liked to pull his scarf over his mouth and shrug like he normally did but it was hard to breath with Eren so close to him let alone think so he said nothing instead.

Her blue eyes, the ones Mikasa lived for, flickered over to his; apparently she wasn't having his silence today. "Well?" She was still cleaning one of his cuts, getting off the dried blood and dirt that had got in there, focused on what she was doing.

It wasn't like Mikasa wanted to pick fights but the things those guys would say about Eren, about what they'd do to her. Mikasa couldn't stand the way they looked at her, knowing they didn't take her seriously; they only wanted to stare at her chest, her body. Eren deserved far better than that. He tried to leave out of his head how jealous it made him; the thought of her with any of those idiots but he knew it was hard to ignore his feelings, he learned that a long time ago.

Eren tossed the bloody rag off to the side and went to go look for something else.

"You're mad," Mikasa stated, noticing how Eren had crossed her arms as she looked through cabinets.

"Of course, I'm mad, you idiot. You think I like seeing you like this? I don't like seeing you get hurt." She paused for a moment glancing over her shoulder at him. "Granted, you do always come out looking better than the other side."

Mikasa could see Eren trying to hold her smile back.

"I suppose that doesn't surprise me though." She reached up and pulled out a roll of wrapped up bandages. "You've always been the strongest of us three."

He watched her walk back over to him. He had gotten used to her in the uniform, not that Eren didn't always wear pants even when they were kids. She was never really as girly as the other girls around them; she still kept her hair longer through, pulled up halfway to keep strands out of her face. She seemed a little bit softer now, less angry at him.

"Only when you needed me," he said, his eyes meeting hers once more. He saw her pause for a moment, just a moment where her eyes lingered on his before that usual snarl crossed her face.

"Oh please," Eren scoffed. "I could've handled anything we got into."

"Who was it again that I was always getting out of trouble? Oh yeah, you and Armin."

Eren started to wrap the bandages around Mikasa's head, with way too much pressure.

"Ow, Okay, Eren," Mikasa reached up and tried to loosen her grip on his head. His hand grabbed a hold of her's, and pulled it down. She had small hands, much smaller than his, but just as calloused and just as strong. Eren's gaze was down at their hands as Mikasa glanced up to her. No one seemed to think she had anything worthwhile about her, any talents, any strength to bring but they were wrong.

Her eyes met his before she pulled her hand away and went back up to wrapping the roll around his head. "It's not like I like seeing you get hurt," she mumbled again as she pushed herself between his legs to get a better grip on his head. Mikasa felt his break hitch in his throat at her close presence, her arms repetitively moving around his head. She tucked off the end, satisfied it would stay when she looked back to Mikasa. She didn't move away she just crossed her arms and gave him that look of hers.

"And I know why you do it. Don't think I don't know you." She reached a hand out to poke him in the chest. "I don't always need your protection, Mikasa. I can take care of myself." Her hand lingered on him, her eyes locked with his.

"I know you can," Mikasa said, his hands pressed against the table underneath him. He was afraid he'd reach out and touch her if he didn't hold onto something.

"Then why do you keep getting into these ridiculous fights? You don't have to fight for me and you know it because I've told you countless times." Her eyes were narrowed at him.

Mikasa reached up and took her hand that was still jabbing him in the chest. "You don't like to see me hurt? I don't like to see you hurt either, you know. "

Her eyes flickered down to his hand that was still lightly holding hers. "I know," she mumbled. "That doesn't mean I can't fight for myself."

"But that doesn't mean you have to." He was still watching her, and he could see the way her cheeks tinted red ever so slightly. It wasn't often he saw Eren like this; he was used to loud, brash, fighting Eren like most were. Mikasa was pretty sure only him and Armin ever really saw that other side of her.

"Well stop getting hurt for me, dumbass."

Mikasa knew this conversation was going to go nowhere. Eren was about as stubborn as they come. "Okay."

"You better promise."

Mikasa stood up, his body brushing against hers as he did. There were about eye level, and he could feel her breath on lips, her body heat radiating against him. "No."

"Mikasa!"

Eren had clearly forgotten he could be just as stubborn. She looked like she was about to yell at him some more but footsteps triggered both their attentions. Needless to say, getting caught in the medical room unsupervised meant some heavy punishment and ones Mikasa didn't exactly want to put himself or Eren through.

"Shit," Eren grunted.

Mikasa held his arms out to her. "Act like you're passed out, c'mon."

"Why the hell do I have to act like I'm passed out? You're the one with the bandages on your head!"

"Will you listen to me for once?"

Eren shot him a look but didn't object. Mikasa leaned forward to grab Eren by the waist while his other arm slipped under her legs. He pulled her up into his arms and didn't miss the small gasp from Eren's mouth. He looked over to see Eren staring at him, one arm around his neck the other on his chest.

Mikasa could feel heat rising to his cheeks, her face inches from his, but the footsteps were getting closer by the second. "You don't look very unconscious."

Eren didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes and rolled her head against his shoulder, dropping all her body weight into his arms. It wasn't the first time he had carried her, and chances are it wouldn't be the last but it was the first time she didn't object and for a moment; it was nice. Her hair brushed up against his face, her steady breathing against his chest.

The door opened revealing a surprised medical worker standing in the doorway.

"Please help, she just passed out in the hallway and I didn't know what to do."

Mikasa could hear Eren snort against his shirt causing him to give her a sharp pinch on her legs. Eren didn't take too kindly to that, slapping him right in the chest.

Well, it had been nice at least. The look on the medical officer's face didn't seem like they'd be getting out of this one too easily.