Pairing: Eren/Mikasa
Setting: Modern College AU where Mikasa and Eren have never met before
Rating: K
Words: 6629
Notes: I was so stuck on this prompt because I just had no idea what would work in canon where I was originally going set it but then I started thinking about when is make up used for someone who wouldn't normally wear it, on a date, maybe a blind date and thus this one came about. I normally like writing them as childhood friends, quite clearly since they are in almost every single one of my stories haha but as I was writing this I fell in love with them meeting as they were older and forming that strong bond they have even as childhood friends.
October 6th - Makeup
Mikasa really had no issues with Sasha; she was fun where Mikasa was serious, she was out going where Mikasa was quiet. As friends they balanced each other out quite well but Mikasa couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation as she sat on the edge of Sasha's bed, stuck in this situation that was completely Sasha's fault.
"Stop squinting," Sasha scolded leaning over close to Mikasa, eyeliner in one hand and the other holding Mikasa's chin still.
"How can I stop squinting when you keep poking me in the eye with that?"
Sasha gave her a look that made Mikasa sigh and try to relax her face as Sasha moved her hand once more to put the think black lines close to Mikasa's eyes. She tried to think of anything else that wasn't what she was in store for tonight but her stomach was too knotted already, her hands fidgeting with the knee length green dress Sasha had fitted her in. It was a simple A-line dress with short sleeves; casual but classy, Sasha had said despite Mikasa's protests.
"Look up," Sasha said moving to Mikasa's lower eye.
She sighed but stared up at the ceiling. Why did she let Sasha talk her into this? She didn't want to go on a regular date, let alone a blind date; the thought alone was enough to make her feel sick. She barely talked to people she knew for years let alone some guy she never met before; their only connection being Sasha was the lab partner of one of his friends Mikasa only met once.
Sasha leaned back letting Mikasa know she was done with the eyeliner. "Stop looking like you're going to a funeral, it's just a date."
"Easy for you to say," Mikasa muttered. "You've at least met the guy."
Sasha dropped the eyeliner into her makeup bag before fishing out some dark eye shadow. "You really think I'd put you up with a guy I didn't think was good enough for my best friend? Please, 'Kasa, how little do you think of me?" Sasha was smiling as she opened the small container letting Mikasa know Sasha was just teasing to lighten the mood. "Close your eyes, please."
Mikasa did with another sigh. If the dress was bad enough, the makeup was worse; none of this fit her and despite her multiple protests, Sasha wouldn't let her leave the dorm room until Mikasa was up to Sasha's blind date standards.
"Besides, you've met Armin before. He's a nice guy," Sasha said as Mikasa felt light pressure on her eyelids. "It's his best friend. He told me he's known the guy since they were kids. They were like neighbors or something and stop getting so angry with me; it was technically Armin's idea. He said you two would be perfect the moment he met you."
Mikasa felt Sasha move to her other eye. "I only met Armin once."
"But I've known him almost the whole semester and you trust me don't you?"
Mikasa hesitated earning a punch in the shoulder from Sasha. "Okay, okay, of course I do."
"Then stop freaking out. I purposely asked to meet him before I set any of this up because I wasn't going to put you up with some loser." Sasha moved back to the other eye. "He's an artist you know, I thought a free spirit like me might do you some good to get that stick out of your ass."
Mikasa opened her eyes to narrow them at Sasha.
"Don't give me that look, you know it's true. When was the last time you even went on a date? High school?"
Mikasa had to think about it for a moment which probably gave Sasha all the answer she needed, and a smug look on her face. It was high school; Jean had asked her out a few times and she finally said yes, just to give it a try. While he was a nice guy and treated her well, something just wasn't there for her and she broke it off after just a few dates. She had been a junior in high school then, she was a sophomore in college now.
"I rest my case, now close your eyes, I'm almost done." Sasha leaned back down as Mikasa did was she said, but not without a sigh.
"What's his name again?" Mikasa asked begrudgingly hoping Sasha would take that as some kind of enthusiasm and get off Mikasa's case. She remembered though; Eren, his name was Eren Jaeger, Armin's best friend and roommate, the painter.
"Eren," Sasha said in a much more cheerful tone, Mikasa assumed it had worked. "Just wait till you see him, 'Kasa." She let out a low whistle as the pressure resumed on her eyelids. "He is gorgeous, tanned skin, messy brown hair, and the most beautiful eyes you'll ever see."
Yeah, that was all Mikasa needed, to be in the presence of the Greek god while she felt like a little girl who got into mommy's make up. "Then why don't you go on the date."
"Because he's not my type, but he is yours and don't tell me you don't have one because I know you do. There." Sasha pulled away causing Mikasa to open her eyes; Sasha already had the lipstick in her hands. "One last touch. Pucker up."
Mikasa tried not to grimace as Sasha ran the smooth lipstick over Mikasa's lips. She couldn't even remember the last time she wore make up; senior prom maybe which come to think of it Sasha dragged her to as well.
"All done!" Sasha dropped the lipstick into the bag and pulled out a hand mirror. "Well, what do ya think?"
As much as Mikasa wasn't used to seeing makeup on her face, she almost gasped at her friend's handiwork. Despite how long she was sitting here getting poked at by Sasha, the makeup was very natural on Mikasa's face, no bright colors or heavy caked on foundation; it brought out her eyes, made her face look brighter than normal, her black hair falling around her shoulders framing her face in a way she'd never get her hair to do.
"You like?" Sasha asked, taking a seat next to Mikasa.
"Yeah, I do, thank you." Mikasa placed the mirror down feeling a little bit better; at least she didn't look like someone who never did their own makeup before and look even more stupid in front of her date. Oh God, her date. She glanced over to the clock on the nightstand; there were only fifteen minutes left.
"Anything for you," Sasha pushed herself up to her feet and reached to grab a small purse and a black cardigan. "Alright, it's show time. Here's your purse with your phone, keys, anything you might need and a sweater in case it gets cold."
Mikasa stood to her feet taking the things that were being shoved at her; her stomach was already fluttering anxiously feeling more like she was going to throw up more than anything.
"Here's your shoes." Sasha placed black sandals that laced up her calf in front of her and Mikasa silently thanked her friend for not shoving her in heels on top of it all. As if she didn't feel self-conscious enough all she needed to do was fall on her face in front of this guy. "I'll walk you down don't worry," Sasha said as she laced up the shoes. "I'm not gonna just shove you into the shark tank. Ready?"
Mikasa shook her head in a distinct no but Sasha was already on her feet, the dorm door open.
"After you." Sasha was grinning so wide you really would think this was her date, not Mikasa who suddenly couldn't keep her hands from shaking, her stomach only knotting up even more.
The elevator ride and walk outside was quiet, Sasha practically skipping next to her as they walked the path from their dorm building to the main entrance of the library. At least one of them was excited, Mikasa just wanted to go to bed even though the sun was still in the process of setting. There was only one final set of steps that separated her from the entrance of the library and Mikasa couldn't bring herself to take that first step. This was all unknown; she hadn't dated in so long and even then it was someone she knew. This, she didn't even know this guy, how was she supposed to talk to him?
Sasha's hand on her back snapped her out of her thoughts. "It's gonna be okay, Mikasa, I promise. I'd never put you in a situation I didn't think you could handle, okay?"
"Okay," Mikasa swallowed. With Sasha still by her side, she took the first step up the staircase.
"She's quiet, so try not to be overwhelming," a voice that even at a distance Mikasa could recognize as Armin's hit her ears; her stomach lurched, they must already be there.
"I know, you've told me ten thousand times already." That voice was deeper but calm; it was one she didn't recognize which meant it had to be him.
She halted on the last few steps; Mikasa couldn't see them quite yet, there still being a corner of the building to go around. Sasha nearly had to drag her up the last few steps when Mikasa's nerves got the better of her.
"And try not to lose your temper either. Not everyone is as used to you being a hothead as I am."
"Armin, I got it. You act like I've never been on a date before."
"Well, it has been a while." There was some laughter from Armin that made Mikasa envision this guy going after Armin like Mikasa had gone after Sasha for saying the same thing. There wasn't much longer till they reached the corner now and she had to swallow hard to keep her legs moving. There was no way to chicken out now.
"I'm only saying, I think you'll like her. So don't mess it up."
Armin obviously didn't know they were right around the corner but his words just made Mikasa want to groan; now Armin was building her up to be something special. She was pretty sure with the way her stomach was still tied up it was gonna be her to mess it up not him.
"Hey, Armin!" Sasha waved the moment they turned the corner to let the boys know they were here.
"Oh hey, Sasha, hey, Mikasa," Armin smiled warmly with a wave of his own as he started to walk over to them.
For a moment Mikasa could only look over at Armin, trying to smile past her nerves to wave to him as well and try not to throw up. It couldn't be avoided any longer though, Armin already looking over at the other body walking towards them.
"Hey, Eren," Sasha smiled kindly, placing one hand on Mikasa's shoulder in what she assumed was comfort. "Good to see you again."
"Yeah, good to see you too."
Mikasa's eyes flickered over to the guy who was now standing in front of her; she had to look up at him, him being a little bit taller than her and she hoped to God he didn't see the way her breath caught in her throat. Sasha hadn't been kidding. It was his eyes that stood out first, a bright turquoise that was looking right at her. He had a boyish face but the messy brown hair Sasha had mentioned did make him look a little older; he had a small smile on his face as he looked at her but one that was warm, kind. Her cheeks were already heating up at his gaze and they hadn't even talked yet; yeah, this was gonna be more than embarrassing for her tonight. What was Sasha thinking?
Armin gave Eren a sharp elbow to the ribs causing him to break his gaze on Mikasa to glare over at his friend. He only gave Eren an amused look Mikasa couldn't quite read before nodding back over to her.
"Hey," Eren said, reaching a hand out towards her. "I'm Eren."
"Mikasa," she said slipping her small hand into his as he gave it a couple shakes. She wasn't sure who gave handshakes anymore but she couldn't help but notice how warm his hand was before he dropped it away from hers.
"Are you ready to…?" he gestured behind him, to the steps that lead up to a parking lot.
"Ah yeah," she said, her hands gripping onto her sweater. She turned to wave to Sasha who was standing by Armin now but Sasha put a hand to the side of her face and mouthed what Mikasa thought was "I told you he was hot". Which didn't help, it only made her face flush again; she quickly turned from Sasha to follow Eren up the steps.
"He's as nervous as she is, isn't he?" Sasha's voice spoke softly behind them.
Armin chuckled. "Oh yeah."
Mikasa couldn't hear them anymore as she met Eren at the top of the staircase. She felt the nerves tightening in her stomach again now that both Armin and Sasha weren't with them anymore; she was on her own now with a guy she managed to say one word to. She glanced over to him but he was looking ahead, his keys in his hand.
There weren't too many cars in the parking lot, it being Friday and residents going home for the weekend but she couldn't help but be surprised when he placed his hand on the trunk of his car. It was quite possibly the oldest car in the parking lot nor did it really fit the polo shirt, dark jeans, and tennis shoes look he had.
"I know, I know," he said walking over to the passenger side to unlock the door. "It's a bit of a beater." He had to shimmy the key to get the wide door to open for her. "But it runs, I promise."
Mikasa sat down into the low seat keeping her things on her lap as he shut the door behind her. She didn't have a problem with it; she herself didn't even have a car so he was already a step above her. He sat down in the driver's seat and started up the car. It was loud at first but it did quiet down, Eren maneuvering the stick shift, which Mikasa recognized to be a standard, into reverse.
"Armin begged me to take his car," Eren said, slipping the car into first to leave the parking lot. "So I apologize if I make a bad impression because of it, but his car is a dinky little Prius that makes you feel claustrophobic just sitting in it."
She let out a small laugh, hoping it didn't sound as nervous as she felt. "No, its fine."
It was quiet as Eren turned onto the main road driving down the street, his eyes on the road in front of him. Mikasa knew she should say something, after all he had done all the talking so far but what did she say? Did she ask about his day? About school? What he liked to do? Where they were going? Yeah, that last one seemed safe enough.
She opened her mouth to say, "Did you-" the same time he said, "You look-" They both broke off, Mikasa feeling the awkward "what am I supposed to say now?" silence.
"I'm sorry," she said mentally slapping herself. "You go ahead."
"Ah, that's okay you go on."
"No really, its fine." She just wanted to bury her face in her hands; she had no idea what she was doing.
Eren let out a small laugh. "I was gonna say that you, ah, you look really nice."
Mikasa felt the heat rush right to her cheeks. "Oh, um, thank you," she reached up to run her fingers against some of her hair. "It was Sasha really, she took hours making me sit there and this is the result." That was not the right thing to say; not at all. She should've just stuck with thanks; he was complimenting her and she basically told him this isn't how she looks ever.
To her surprise he just laughed. "Well, if you think any of this," he gestured to himself. "Came from my closet I can reassure you it didn't. That was Armin."
"No wonder they get along," she muttered, but not without a small smile; at least she didn't feel so alone now.
Eren snorted. "You're telling me."
There was silence again but this time Mikasa glanced over at him. "Sasha tells me you're a painter?"
"Yes," Eren nodded. "I'm one of those art students, which normally you can tell." Eren held up his hand and wiggled his fingers before putting it back on the stick shift. "But I was told under no circumstances could I have paint on my hands tonight."
"What do you like to paint?" she asked trying to keep the small talk up and avoid a lapse into awkward silence. She didn't really know much about art being a sports person herself so all she could hope for was she didn't embarrass herself with her lack of knowledge.
"Portraits, that's my specialty," he glanced over to her was a smile making Mikasa feel like she was going to melt on the spot. "It's what my mom taught me and it's what stuck with me."
"Is your mom an artist too?"
Eren hesitated for a moment, downshifting the car for the red light in the distance. "Yeah, she was an artist. She passed away when I was nine."
If Mikasa could hit her head on the dashboard she probably would have. Yeah, way to go, bring up the dead parent on the first and probably only date, good going. "I'm so sorry, I-"
He looked over at her again, a smile still on his face. "Don't worry about it, Mikasa."
She nodded looking back down at her hands. Oh God, what a mess. Maybe she shouldn't open her mouth anymore; what was Sasha thinking doing this to her.
"I picked a restaurant not to far from here," Eren said like nothing had ever happened. "It doesn't look like much on the outside, but the food is delicious."
"Okay," Mikasa said with a nod. Here was this nice guy, who was also incredibly attractive and Mikasa couldn't keep it together enough to have a conversation with him. She tried to suck it up, that dwelling on it would only make things worse but for the first time in a long while, she didn't want to blow this one.
Eren pulled into a parking lot at what looked like some kind of strip mall she never saw before. Sasha was the one with the car so generally they went to burger joints downtown but this was something entirely different. He parked the car in front of one the businesses in the strip mall before he out. Mikasa popped open her door stepping out into the still warm air. Eren looked like he had been walking over to her but made for the building instead; he held the door for her and followed her inside.
"Eren!" the hostess exclaimed the moment the door shut.
"Hey, Hanji," he waved, walking behind Mikasa.
"Where's your dad today?" Hanji was leaning over the stand which held the seating charts and menus, looking rather casual despite her clothing being rather dressy.
"He's visiting some hospital to do a lecture or something," Eren shrugged. "I still need a table for two though."
There weren't too many people in the rather small area, quite a few empty tables around but the restaurant had a nice atmosphere and it did smell delicious; she didn't even realize how hungry she was until she stepped in. She did notice the jerseys of one of teams from her school; she wondered if they maybe came here after practice but she didn't look too much into it, her eyes looking back over to the hostess.
Hanji stood back up as if just noticing Mikasa there. "Ohh." A knowing smile was pulling at her lips as she eyed Mikasa, who felt that telltale heat on her cheeks. "She's a cute one, Eren, good job." She grabbed a few menus before turning towards the kitchen behind her. "Follow me." She led them over to a table by the window that comfortably sat two. "I'll be back with some drinks," Hanji said as they sat down.
Eren shook his head as he flipped open the menu. "Sorry about her. I just knew Sasha said you liked places that weren't the same old one she dragged you too so I figured you've never been here before."
"No, I haven't, this is wonderful," she said looking down at the different dishes the restaurant had to offer. "I take it you have though," Mikasa glanced up at him with a small smile.
"My dad's friends with the owners so we always come here. Just about everything is good, so get whatever you want."
Mikasa skimmed over the menu trying to pick something not too big just in case she started to feel nervous again but sitting here across from him in a quiet place, she was starting to feel better. She settled on a sandwich before closing the menu only to find Eren's eyes on her. He glanced out the window the moment her eyes met his but he looked back after a moment. "Found something?"
"Ah, yeah," she nodded.
"We can order whenever Hanji gets back. Be warned I have no idea what she is making back there."
Mikasa chuckled softly, her hands landing in her lap. "That's okay."
It was quiet between them for a moment, before Eren placed his hands casually on the table. "So I hear you're a martial artist."
She nodded with a smile; at least this was within her realm. "Since I was a kid."
"Does that mean you can break wood with your hands?"
Mikasa laughed at the slightly boyish glint in his eyes; she normally didn't like talking about this on dates or with guys in general. They normally didn't take to well to being around a girl who was probably stronger than they were but Eren actually seemed interested. "I have, and with my feet."
He let out a whistle. "Bet you could pick me up and carry me around then."
It was a humorous image that made her laugh again; a real laugh, not an awkward one or a one to cover her nerves, just a laugh. "I don't know about that. Would you like me to princess carry you around?"
"Ah, Mikasa, it hasn't even been an hour and you already know my heart's desire."
Another laugh, this one made her stomach hurt, but in all the good ways. He was smiling too, a smile she hadn't seen yet from him; the way it lit up his face, his eyes nearly made her heart stop.
"Hey, Mikasa, what're you doing out here?"
Mikasa glanced up in slight surprise at the voice. Yeah, this place didn't seem to be too far from campus and she did see members of a campus team here but she wasn't exactly expecting to see someone she knew. Jean was already walking over to her table, a nice smile on his face.
"Oh, hey, Jean," she said, not exactly sure what the protocol was when other guys came up to you while you were on a date. It wasn't too unusual; Jean hung out with Sasha and Connie still so she was still friends with him but it didn't make that awkward feeling of a boy she once dated coming up to her on a date she was enjoying. "I'm, uh, actually on a date. I dunno if Sasha told you or not..."
Jean's smile disappeared when his eyes glanced over at Eren, who with a straight face just gave a bit of an annoyed wave. "Really, Mikasa? Jaeger, of all people?"
The tension that suddenly came over the table was worse than any awkward feelings she had felt in the car. Her stomach lurched when she saw Eren's eyes that had once been bright, narrow down at Jean. "Maybe you should mind your own business, Kirstein, cause I'm pretty sure no one asked you for your opinion."
"Do you, ah, know each other?" Mikasa asked, though the looks on both their faces told her that well enough and that it wasn't a very good relationship.
"We have a few mutual friends," Jean crossed his arms against his chest. "But his loud mouth gets unbearable pretty fast."
Mikasa saw Eren's jaw clenched looking away from Jean. "Jean, did you come here with someone? Maybe you should go back to them," she tried not really wanting his company or his own big mouth to make this situation worse when it was finally getting better.
"Yeah, I'm here with some of the guys on the team." Jean gestured to a table behind him. "I came over her to say hi, but now I feel like I should be the one to save you."
"Maybe you should ask her what she wants," Eren said, that warm tone she had gotten used to gone and replaced with a disgruntled one.
Jean wasn't getting the hint, or he just didn't care, Mikasa really couldn't tell. "This was a blind date was it not? At least that's what Sasha told me, she just didn't tell me who. It makes sense though; Mikasa probably wouldn't have wanted to go on the thing at all had she known who it was with."
Eren stood to his feet, his chair scraping across the stone floor, and his hands clenched at his sides. Mikasa wasn't sure if he was going to yell at him or punch him out but she had enough. She pushed herself up to her feet and stepped between them.
"Jean, I don't believe anyone asked you for your opinion so please, go back to your own dinner." Mikasa turned away from him not looking whether he stayed or left but judging by the way Eren eyes were watching him over her shoulder it looked like he finally left. Eren took a step forward but Mikasa placed a hand on his chest keeping him where he was. "He was trying to get a rise out of you, that's all. There's no reason to stay angry. He won't come back over here."
Eren still was looking after him so Mikasa reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face down until his eyes were on her.
"There's nothing to be angry about, I promise you." She wasn't sure where her bought of confidence came from with him, she had barely known him for an hour and yet she watched his eyes soften. She dropped her hand from his face now that she was sure he wouldn't lunge after Jean, not that she blamed him all that much. She knew Jean could be abrasive to people sometimes but that was intentionally trying to push Eren's buttons, and it worked.
"Are you still hungry?" she tried, gesturing back to the table.
Eren didn't say anything; he just walked by her and went out the door.
Mikasa swallowed thinking she had overstepped her bounds with Eren making him leave, but she wasn't about to give Jean that gratification. She grabbed her bag and sweater and followed Eren out the door. He was already sitting in his car when she found him, his head against the steering wheel. She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind her.
He sighed pulling himself up and looking over at her. "Jesus, I screwed this up didn't I."
Mikasa's forehead furrowed. "You…what?"
"Armin warned me, he tried to tell me not to let something lose my temper and there you have it." He sighed again running a hand over his face. "I was just already so damn nervous over this whole thing that the moment he started saying those things, I just lost it."
"You were nervous?" Mikasa felt like she was gaping at him now.
"Well yeah, I was nervous before all this when Armin told me he was setting me up with a beautiful, smart, martial artist that could probably kick my ass and then I saw you, and beautiful was an understatement. I just had no idea what to say because I didn't want to make a fool of myself and ruin my one shot, and I go a ruin my one shot by letting that asshole get to me."
Mikasa couldn't help it she just started laughing, she felt Eren's eyes on her and she didn't want him to think she was laughing at him. "No, no," she said in between laughs. "My stomach's been in knots all day over this. I was the one who was nervous." She took a breath to stop the laughter. "I was afraid I'd say something stupid and make myself look like an idiot, which I feel like I already have multiple times but you still seemed to want to talk to me. Nothing Jean was saying was true. I want to be here, if…if you still want me to be." She watched that warm smile cross over his face again as he leaned in to start up the car.
"I have a better idea than a restaurant."
Mikasa tried several times to get Eren to tell her where he was taking her but his lips were completely sealed. She was amazed how easy it was now that she stopped worrying about looking perfect and just enjoyed the presence of the person she was on a date with.
She learned his father was a well-known doctor and she learned that she loved the way he laughed when she asked why he had such a beater car then. She told him her mother was a professor at their college and her father was a cop to which Eren asked if he should be afraid. She told him no, unless he never brought her home (though she left out that she wouldn't mind). They talked about being only children, about their favorite movies, about the TV shows they liked, about school both college and high school. Mikasa wanted to hear about Eren's private school where he wanted to hear about public high school. She talked about how she met Sasha when Eren said he never remembered a time in his life he didn't know Armin. He asked why Jean was such an asshole and with poking and prodding from Eren she finally told him she had dated Jean for a brief time in high school, to which Eren made many gagging noises only to get a playful hit on the shoulder from Mikasa.
By the time Mikasa looked out the window to see the moon high in the sky, she felt like she had known Eren her whole life, it seemed stupid to have felt so nervous around someone who was already making her so happy. For the first time in what seemed like ages, she didn't care where they were going, she was just enjoying the ride.
"Here we are," Eren said pulling up to a house bigger than Mikasa's and her neighbors put together.
"Where are we?" she asked with wide eyes, looking at the dark house.
"C'mon," he said, opening up his door to step out. "I'll show you."
She followed him out of the car and up to the house which only looked bigger the closer she got. Much to her surprise though, he didn't walk her up to the front of the house but through a path around the back, leading them up to a fence.
"Alright," he said crouching down in front of the gate. "Wanna hand?" Eren cupped his hands gesturing for her to step onto him.
"Did you really bring me all the way here to trespass in someone's back yard?"
"I know the owner," he waved her off. "He won't care I promise. I'd go in the front but no one's home and I don't have the key."
Mikasa, the daughter of a cop, stick by the rules, serious Mikasa, didn't hesitated to place her foot in Eren's hands, helping her scale the fence and jump over with ease. She smelt it in the air and she heard the waves but it wasn't until she was standing in this person's back yard looking over the moonlit ocean that her breath was taken away.
"Pretty isn't it," Eren said once he had landed next to her like he had done it a dozen times.
"Beautiful," she said.
Eren was already kicking off his shoes and rolling up his pants so Mikasa worked on the laces of her sandals until she was standing next to him in her bare feet as well. He led her down the grass of the rather large backyard and down onto the cool sand of the beach, the waves crashing nearby. She was utterly amazed; it was much better than a restaurant.
"So," she said walking beside him until the waves hit her feet, rushing cool water over them. "Just how many girls how you shown this view to." She only wanted to tease him, something she wasn't quite used to but with him it was just coming naturally.
Eren let out a soft chuckle before he looked down to her. "You're the first one."
She expected a joke in return, but the sincerity of his voice caught her off guard. "Why? I'm just the blind date."
Eren shook his head. "Maybe at first, I mean, that's all it was. Our friends thinking it might work but you were the girl who made me feel like I was back on my first date again, who made me want to impress you, who made me nervous and unsure of myself." He paused for a moment. "I have a temper, I know that, but not many people can bring right out of it like you did. That's not just a blind date, even I know that." He turned until he was facing her, the moon reflecting on the water lighting up his face.
"You were a Greek god," she mumbled still not sure what to make of what he was telling her.
"I was a what?" he arched an eyebrow at her, an amused look on his face.
She shook her head, wishing she hadn't blurted that one out. "Sasha, when she described you. I felt like I was going to go on a date with a Greek god."
Eren snorted in laughter.
She hit him on the arm. "And it did seem that way at first but I feel like I've known you my whole life." He stopped laughing to look at her again. "Is that weird?" she asked.
Eren shook his head, taking a step towards her. "Not at all."
Mikasa looked up at him, her legs brushing against him as his head tilted down towards hers. Mother Nature had another idea though, sending a wave crashing right infront of them and splashing water everywhere.
Mikasa reached up to wipe the water out of her face while Eren let out an exasperated laugh; at least only a part of Sasha's green dress had gotten wet. When she pulled her hands away though, they were covered in black streaks. Her eyes. When the water got on her and mixing with touching her face she must have smudged the make up everywhere. Mikasa tried not to groan as she rubbed around her eyes to wipe away the excess before Eren looked up from ringing the excess water from his shirt.
"Having trouble?" his amused voice made her look up at him.
She dropped her hands with a frustrated sigh. "I'm not used to all of this." She gestured to her face.
Eren snorted in laughter causing Mikasa to feel a bundle of nerves come back up at her now very disarrayed looks but he just lifted his polo over his head, leaving him in his undershirt. She was trying not to stare at him when he moved closer to her again, holding his bundled shirt up to her face. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt him begin to brush over her face, wiping away her running eyeliner and mascara. She opened them again when she felt his hand drop from her face.
"There all better," he said, his face close to hers, closer than she remembered.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his warm breath on her lips causing her to tilt her head up to brush her lips with his.
That was all it took; Eren tossed his now black smeared shirt away and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, pulling her right into him, his mouth moving with hers. Mikasa wouldn't deny that it had been quite a while since she found herself in this situation but it didn't matter, not anymore. She ran her hands up his arms and onto his shoulders, one hand reaching up to run through his thick hair and her lips never leaving his.
One of his hands reached up to her back, keeping her pressed to him as he moved to deepen their kiss; something Mikasa didn't object to at all.
"Eren?" a voice called out causing Mikasa to nearly jump out of her skin, but Eren didn't let her go. "Is that you out there?"
She hadn't even noticed the lights come on in the back of the house until now, nor the figure walking down the porch and onto the grass.
"Dad? What're you doing here? I thought you were still gonna be away?"
"Dad?" Mikasa echoed looking back to Eren. "This is your house?"
"Well, beach house," he said, before looking back to his father coming closer to them.
"I came back early and decided to make sure everything was okay here," Dr. Jaeger said, stopping when he reached the edge of the grass and the sand. "Who's with you?"
Eren loosened his grip on Mikasa lightly but still had both his hands on her waist. "Mikasa, my blind date Armin set me up on."
Mikasa was feeling the heat rise to her cheeks again; it wasn't exactly how she expected meeting his father or quite this soon.
"Oh, well, hello Mikasa," he said, a smile on his face.
"Ah, hi," Mikasa waved.
"I take it its going well then?" His eyebrow was arched but he looked amused enough to know he was teasing.
"It's better now," Eren answered.
"Have you eaten?"
"No," Eren hesitated for a moment. "I kinda blew that one."
Dr. Jaeger chuckled with a shake of his head. "I'll have Petra make you something up. Just come in when you want. It was nice to meet you, Mikasa. I take it I'll see you again?"
She looked up to Eren whose eyes were already on hers. There was a light smile on his face though he was clearly waiting for her answer. Mikasa wasn't sure how she went from feeling terrified and nervous around this boy, not even feeling herself in her own skin, to standing on the beach with him like he was always a part of her life. She had a funny feeling both Sasha and Armin were going to have a lot of "I told you so"'s soon.
She smiled up at Eren, a real smile, before looking back over to Dr. Jaeger. "Yes, I would think so."