Pairing: Eren/Mikasa (with implied Connie/Sasha, Levi/Hanji, & Ymir/Historia)

Setting: At the cabin sometime before they leave

Words: 3086

Rating: T (For Language)

Notes: A suggestion by Ryvius that I thought was absolutely adorable where Eren and Mikasa need a little bit of relationship advice from the others. It's pretty fluffy as usual lol I tried to imply the other requested pairings as much as I could, but wanted to keep it in series as best I could too.

Good Advice

What was it about making something official that made everything seem like the world got flipped upside down and inside out? Eren had known Mikasa since…God, since forever; he knew her better than he knew himself and yet now that they had decided to keep things exclusive between them, Eren had no idea how to act. Every time he saw her, which was often in the small cabin, his heart sped up, his mind went completely blank, he struggled to even say hi especially when he saw her face flush red in response.

This was ridiculous. He never felt awkward around her ever but guess telling a girl how much you love her and how much she means to you will do that.

Eren sighed as he hit the back of his head against the kitchen wall. He was supposed to be doing the dishes but he couldn't get the uneasy feeling out of the pit of his stomach. For God's sake they used to sleep in the same bed, he should feel at ease knowing him and Mikasa were finally on the same page. A load should be off his shoulders, that the girl he loved longer than he knew to admit loved him too.

"Hey!" Connie popped his head in the kitchen. "Need some help?"

Eren looked over to the pile of dishes he had yet to touch. "Ah, yeah. That'd be helpful."

Connie walked into the room and over to the sink. "I finished my chores already but if I'm not doing anything God knows the Lance Corporal will just give me more crap to do."

Eren nodded also moving over to the dishes without a word; that must have been unusual because Connie gave him a strange look.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Heh? Nothing."

Connie leaned forward to turn on the water, letting the sink fill up some. "I don't buy that for a second. Even you wouldn't risk just standing around not doing chores." He shut off the water before picking up a rag and a dish.

Talking about this with Connie was the last thing he wanted to do. Besides, the only person who knew and who Eren even wanted to know was Armin mainly because he guessed shortly after it happened. It had only been a few days ago but Eren could still feel Mikasa's warm lips on his, the way her hands held onto his face, her body close to-

"Hello? Eren? Are you actually gonna pay attention?"

Eren blinked before looking down at the wet plate Connie was shoving in his direction. "Yeah, sorry," he mumbled before taking a dry cloth from nearby and grabbing the plate. "It's just…" How could he possibly say anything without giving the whole situation away? "Girls."

There that was innocent enough.

Connie nodded his head as he passed Eren another dish. "So you mean Mikasa."

Eren nearly dropped the plate in his hands. "What the hell makes you think that?"

"Well, there are only four girls here with us. I'm assuming you don't mean Hanji, and Historia doesn't really care for anyone. I know it's not Sasha, so it's gotta be Mikasa." Connie dipped the dishes in his hand into the soapy water. "Plus the way you two look at each other? Please. No contest."

Eren couldn't help but just stare at Connie. When the hell did he get so observant? Dammit. Well, whatever, no denying it now. He placed the plate on the slowly rising stack of plates on the counter before turning to grab a bowl. "When does it…stop being so awkward?"

"The sex?"

"No!" Eren did drop the bowl in his hands, but thankfully grabbed a hold of it again before it hit the floor. That's all he needed, for Levi to come in and yell at him for breaking a plate. "I just meant in general. Jesus."

"You've known her since you were kids haven't you?" Connie shrugged. "Why does it have to be awkward? It's not like she's a stranger."

Eren took the next bowl from Connie's hands, running the towel over the wet surface. "Yeah but I dunno what I'm supposed to do. Am I supposed to act different around her? Act…I dunno more romantic or something?"

Connie snorted in laughter and Eren resisted throwing the bowl at him. Some help he was.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Connie said glancing over. "It's just the thought of you being publicly romantic with anyone." He laughed again this time causing Eren to hit him in the shoulder. "Okay, okay. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that's not what Mikasa wants. She likes you. Grumpy, angry, idealistic you. So, no, you don't have to act any different around her." He passed Eren a few cups stacked together. "Though I would suggest not brushing her off and snapping at her when she tried to help like I've seen you do plenty of times. Pretty sure that's not how you want to treat the person you care about."

Eren grunted. Yeah, it's not like he needed to be reminded of all the crap he had already put her through. It was a miracle Mikasa even still talked to him, let alone loved him. Even just thinking the words made his cheeks heat up.

"Do nice things when you can. Like help her with chores, or let her know that your there by giving her small touches or risk curfew to sneak into the kitchen to get her food."

"I think that's just Sasha who appreciates that." Eren didn't miss the red tint that crossed over Connie's cheeks.

"Ahh, you know what I mean." Connie shrugged it off, but his face was still red causing Eren to grin. That feeling he could understand. "Be yourself, because that's who she likes, but don't push her away in the process. Adapt to having a person to share your life with."

Eren nodded. It might have just been Connie, but he understand what he was trying to say.

"Thanks," Eren said, placing the cups down on the counter.

"Hey, man, no problem. Just call me Connie the love doctor."

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna call you that."

Mikasa swung her ax down at the log of wood in front of her. Normally a nice clean cut with two even pieces of wood to greet her, but all day she kept looking down at two uneven pieces that looked like a child cut through them.

For the past few days she couldn't keep the fluttering from out of her stomach; ever since Eren came to her and told her everything that he felt. She hadn't felt that happy in such a long time and yet lately something just felt wrong. Eren seemed plenty happy to see her everyday but he didn't talk to her like he used to, or even seem to want to be near her for more than short moments through the day. Mikasa couldn't help but wonder if she had done something wrong, or if he regretted what he said to her.

She groaned and kicked the wood off to the side where Historia had been picking them up and piling them up under the tarp.

This time, the blonde girl merely crossed her arms and looked up at Mikasa. "I normally wouldn't care how you wanted to chop wood, but at this rate we are going to be out here all day so get it out. What's on your mind."

Mikasa placed another log up, and swung her ax down against it. Well, that one wasn't as bad. "Nothing."

"Honestly, I don't care much about your business, but it's preventing us from getting work in the way Levi demands it done so just tell me to get it out of your system. Here I'll get you started. I know it's about Eren since he's the only thing in this world that gets you shaken up. Go on and finish."

Mikasa had never really talked to Historia, even when she was Christa; not that Mikasa ever really had a desire to. Historia was always with Ymir, like Mikasa was always with Eren.

Oh.

Maybe they weren't so different after all. "Eren's avoiding me more than usual," Mikasa said. She figured might as well just keep it straight to the point if Historia really wanted to know. It's not like the either of them sat around their beds talking about which boys or girls were the cutest.

"Well, chopping uneven wood isn't going to help you fix that. Don't look at me like that. Don't think I've never seen the way you two operate. All you do is misunderstand each other and then get angry at each other."

Mikasa gripped onto the ax in her hands. Well, she couldn't quite deny that.

"Having a relationship with someone means talking to them. Ymir…" Historia paused suddenly, as if she had forgotten where she was, forgotten what had gone on around her. Mikasa couldn't help but feel sorry for Historia. Mikasa couldn't imagine having to leave Eren behind like Historia had to leave Ymir.

"I learned how to be honest with Ymir, and tell her things about me I never told anyone before and we were close because of that. I suggest you learn to do the same."

That was the first time Mikasa even heard Historia talk about Ymir and their relationship with. It must have been hard for her to say, to be reminded of the times that were no longer with her. Mikasa could understand that as well.

"Thank you."

Historia shrugged in response. "Can we just be done and go inside?"

Mikasa leaned down to pick up some of the discarded logs before shouldering her ax. Historia was already headed for the cabin when Mikasa started walking.

She was always afraid to talk to Eren; afraid he'd misunderstand her, that he'd realize how much she cared for him and wouldn't want her around anymore but that clearly wasn't the case. A smile pulled at her lips; no, things were very different now, in all the best ways and she knew if she let herself sink into bad habits things would go back to the way they always were between them.

That was something she didn't want. Historia was right.

Once the dishes were done, Connie ran off somewhere with a quick bye. Eren assumed it was probably to go see if Sasha had finished cleaning the back yard yet. He sat himself down on the couch in the living room, hoping Levi stayed busy enough not to come in and give him more work to do. The house was unusually quiet, granted there weren't that many of them here to begin with.

"Is doing work too good for you, Jaeger?"

Levi's voice sent a jolt through Eren's body; like when his dad used to scold him as a kid. "The dishes are all finished, sir. I was just waiting for the others to get done."

"Then go up and clean that disaster you call your room."

Yeah, definitely getting yelled at by his dad but since it was just him and Levi in the house at the moment, a thought jumped to his mind. "Could I ask you a question, sir?"

"No, not if you're just delaying getting any work done."

"That's not it." Eren leaned back against the couch, his arms crossing against his chest. Levi was eyeing him, clearly not believing a word he said.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I uh." Eren could feel his heart jumping up into his throat. There was something he had wanted to ask Levi, something he had been thinking about the past few days, but now faced with his Captain's narrowed eyes Eren realized asking this might get him a foot up his ass.

"Spit it out, I don't have all damn day." Levi was the one with his arms crossed now, and Eren had found his confident stance dwindled down to his fingers picking at the couch.

"How does the military feel about relationships?" Eren looked up to try and meet Levi's gaze, and tried to ignore his cheeks heating up.

Levi arched an eyebrow. "To not do it because chances are you're just gonna die anyway."

Eren supposed he shouldn't have expected less than a morbid answer from him. "I mean, what if…" There was no way Eren was going to say himself and Mikasa; he could only imagine what Levi would have to say about that. Unfortunately the only other option wasn't much better. "You and Squad Leader Hanji wanted to be together, would that be breaking any laws?"

Levi didn't answer at first he just stared, his eyes narrowed.

Eren thought he might get that ass kicking right about now. He was completely caught off guard when Levi sat down in the nearby chair, though he still had that look of distaste on his face.

"No." He crossed his arms against his chest, one leg crossing over the other. "We're at the same level so to speak so there'd be no issue. If she or I wanted to be in a relationship with any of you brats, and don't mistake me that thought alone makes me want to hurl, that would be enough for punishment since we're your ranking officers."

Eren nodded; he hadn't quite got the answer he wanted, but he got the question he asked answered, which was more than he expected from Levi.

"I know you weren't asking about any relationship between Hanji and I or I would've already sent you to weed the backyard and to wait to have personal training with me for the rest of the night." It was such a small change of his facial expression, but Eren swore he saw Levi's face soften slightly. "If you wanted to be in a relationship with one of your comrades, say I don't know the only girl you ever pay attention to, then no that wouldn't be against the rules either."

Well, that was the answer he was looking for. It was actually really nice of him to say, Eren wasn't expecting him to answer like that.

"But if you get the only competent member of this team pregnant you'll be lucky if you ever have working parts again."

That was more along the lines of what he had been expecting. Eren quickly stood up, trying once more to ignore the heat rushing to his face. "I'm just gonna go clean that room now."

"Good answer, Jaeger."

"Eren?" Mikasa knocked gently before pushing open the door of the room that he shared with Connie and Jean. Levi had told her to go up and help him finish cleaning the room and Mikasa could see why. Eren was half laying on his bed, with his feet still on the ground, and the room still looking like it always did.

She walked over him and picked up the arm that was covering his face. She expected to see his closed eyes, but his wide open, blue eyes were staring back at her.

"What're you doing? Levi will just make you do something all night if you don't finish what you were told to do."

Eren just stared up at her, not moving.

"Is something wrong?" she mumbled, suddenly very aware of her close proximity to him, the way she felt his body heat radiating onto her. Mikasa straightened up before sitting down on the bed next to him. "Did I done something wrong?"

That seemed to get his attention. He sat up, his forehead scrunched together, just like it used to when he was a kid. "What? Why would you say that?"

She shrugged, her eyes looking out at the room. She wasn't good at this; probably about as good as Eren was but she couldn't get what Historia said off her mind; she knew what it felt like to never talk about anything with him and it wasn't a feeling she enjoyed at all. "You've just seemed to be avoiding me since we talked and I thought…maybe you didn't want what you had said." Mikasa knew that didn't make much sense at all, but the way her heart was pounding in her chest she was lucky anything came out.

"What? No!" Eren shook his head. "I just didn't know how I was supposed to act around you anymore and I got…nervous but I realize now that it doesn't matter, I should just act myself. Well, most of myself, some parts not so much." He gave her an apologetic smile, one that easily melted her heart.

Mikasa felt a smile pulling at her lips. That was it? He was worried about how he should act? Really? "Of course you should be yourself; that's who I love isn't it?"

Eren's eyes met hers as he reached a hand out to her cheek. "It's nice to hear you say that," he mumbled, his face tinting red.

"It's the truth." She placed her hand over his, her head leaning into his touch. She opened her mouth to say something else, but what it was she couldn't remember the moment his mouth was on hers. She never thought it would be this way but she was never going to let it go, even if it meant asking others for help.

Mikasa reached up to run her fingers through his hair, her lips moving with his. Eren's hands grasped at her waist pulling her off the bed and into his lap with ease. She couldn't resist a sigh against his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey, Eren, have you seen…"

Mikasa snapped her head towards the now wide open door, her heart pounding in her chest and heat rising to her cheeks at the sudden voice.

Jean stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his face just as red as she assumed hers was. His hand was still grasping onto the doorknob as he seemed to be processing what was happening.

"What the hell do you want?" Eren said, not moving or letting Mikasa move from her spot.

Jean's face quickly turned from surprise to anger. "You want some goddamn advice? Learn to lock the fucking door." He slammed the door shut, footsteps marching down the hallway.

"You know, he was probably right." Mikasa looked back over to Eren, who was still glaring at the door.

Eren shrugged, pulling her close again, his lips brushing against hers. "Good advice for another day."