Pairing: Eren/Mikasa

Setting: Modern AU; They're seniors in high school

Rating: T (Light Sexual Situations)

Words: 3591

Notes: Requested by Ryvius who asked for Mikasa getting tired of Eren being well Eren and taking the situation into her own hands. This was really fun to write cause generally I do write it the opposite but I'm pretty sure after a while even Mikasa would get plenty fed up with him being off in his own little world and want him to see her as someone who isn't just his friend. Title is from the song of the same name as covered by Joan Jett.

Do You Wanna Touch Me

Mikasa couldn't bite back a smile when she saw Eren wave her over to the cafeteria table him and Armin were sitting at. She knew it was because, well, they had been sitting together at lunch every day since they were nine but it still made her heart skip. She weaved her way through the crowds of people until she placed her lunch on the table.

"Class run late?" Eren asked, biting down on his sandwich.

"Yeah, Mr. Bozado doesn't seem to understand when to stop talking," she shrugged sitting down next to Eren and waving to Armin who was eating some macaroni.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Ain't that the truth. Oh, Armin, I forgot to tell you. This weekend we're…"

Mikasa reached down to open her bag and pull out her neatly organized containers Levi forced her to use. She heard Eren letting Armin know of the plans to hang out this weekend but Mikasa found it hard to keep her heart from pounding in her chest every time Eren's elbow brushed against her. She knew her stupid crush on her stupid best friend was the dumbest thing she could've ever gotten herself into but it was impossible for her breath not to get caught in her throat when his bright eyes met hers.

She stabbed her juice box a little harder than she should've.

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to check with the Colonel to make sure but…" Armin was saying.

Armin, he was the one who was always telling her she just needed to tell him, that Eren was so dense for a nearly eighteen year old boy he probably didn't even know. Mikasa tried…well, as best she could to just tell him how she felt (that it didn't go over very well since she chickened out) so she tried to show him instead but he never seemed to catch on. She did try to show it by always hanging out, doing things for him, just showing him how much she appreciated him and loved being around him. Still Mikasa was convinced he only saw her as his best girl friend and nothing more.

"Hey, Eren."

The sudden and different female voice snapped Mikasa's head up. Eren didn't have many friends outside of herself and Armin and this was a voice she didn't recognize. Her heart lept into her throat when she looked up to see the curly haired brunette with dark green eyes; she was gorgeous.

"Oh, uh, hey, what's up?" Eren seemed a little confused but the girl only smiled wider at him.

"I was just wondering if you were busy this weekend? I thought we could hang out or something."

Mikasa's stomach turned. This girl was asking Eren out, this beautiful girl was asking him out. Mikasa felt like she was gonna throw up or cry, her heart pounding in her ears.

"That's nice of you, but I have plans this weekend with my friends. I'm sorry," Eren answered with a small though a bit awkward smile.

The girl looked disappointed. "Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, sure," he answered giving her a wave as she walked away.

Mikasa felt herself relax that Eren didn't blow her and Armin of for some girl but Mikasa's hands were shaking. What if she lost him? He never really paid attention to other girls before but they were older, that was always bound to change.

"Who was that?" Armin asked Eren but when she looked up, Armin was watching her.

"Huh? Oh, some girl in my English class," Eren shrugged going back to eating.

"And you didn't want to go out with her?" Armin's words were very precise and Mikasa knew he was doing it for her sake.

"No, I already had plans with you two. I wouldn't blow you off for some girl I barely know."

It was a nice sentiment but what about next time he didn't have plans already? Now Mikasa really did think she was gonna cry; she didn't think she'd be able to bear seeing him date another girl, have to share him with someone she didn't even know. Not when she had loved him for so long.

"Hey." Eren's concerned voice had her looking up to see his eyes watching her, forehead furrowed. "You okay? You look a little pale?"

Her gaze unconsciously flickered to Armin who was snacking on his grapes but watching them. "Yeah, I'm fine just tired."

Eren didn't look like he quite bought that but a smile was on his lips anyways. "Well, make sure you sleep well tonight cause tomorrow after school we're enjoying the weekend."

She didn't have to force a smile; he always had a way of bringing it out on her lips.

"You mean sitting on the couch playing video games all weekend?"

Eren tossed some of his popcorn towards Armin causing him to laugh. "No, I have actual plans for us."

Armin didn't sound too convinced which only made Eren throw more popcorn, but Mikasa stared down into her yogurt. She had to do something; she couldn't lose him. Tomorrow, things had to change. She would get him to notice her not just as the girl he grew up with.

Mikasa knew she couldn't wear what she picked out of the house; Levi would never let her live it down if she left the house in a short skirt. Plus she was just getting into Eren's car that would defeat the purpose. She had to bring her gym bag anyway for both gym class and staying the weekend at the Jaeger's so it seemed the perfect opportunity to change after gym fifth period.

Yet standing in the girl's room in front of the mirrors only made her feel worse not better. The outfit was something Sasha bought her months ago and something Mikasa buried in the back of her closet.

It was a short brown pleated skirt that came up farther on her thigh than she ever liked and a short sleeved white V-neck that clung to her body ad dipped down lower than she had ever worn before. Mikasa had picked out a simple red necklace to try and draw attention away from her cleavage but she felt more uncomfortable than anything. Sasha bought Mikasa heels too but she stuck with some plain flats instead. She was trying to get Eren's attention not fall on her ass.

With a shaky breath she clipped a small red flower clip into her dark hair. The first bell rang and she knew she had to go even though she only wanted to throw up. Mikasa picked up her gym bag and walked out as some girls were walking in.

It seemed like everyone was out in the hallway as she tugged her gym bag closer to her. No one seemed to pay attention at first but then she started to see glances, some whistles, a few guys who called out to get her attention but Mikasa kept walking, though a bit faster, till she saw Armin and Eren leaning up near her locker.

Armin must've seen her first because he looked surprised but quickly grinned. "Look at you," he said when she approached. "Don't you look beautiful as always, Mikasa."

She mouthed him a thank you; he must've known how uncomfortable she felt. She glanced up to Eren who hadn't said anything though he was watching her with a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"Why, uh, why the dress up?" he asked reaching one hand to scratch the back of his head.

Trying not to let him see how her hands were shaking she took a step closer to him till she felt his body heat against her. "I thought you had plans so I dressed accordingly." She tried to give him a smile but Eren wasn't quite looking at her like she hoped he would.

"Ah, okay."

That was it.

Mikasa's heart sunk but as the second bell rang she knew she couldn't let it get to her; she had to keep trying. She shoved her gym bag into her locker and hurried after Armin and Eren to their next class, one they had together. Mikasa took her seat next to Eren but he was looking anywhere but at her.

"What're we doing this weekend?" she asked, leaning over closer to his desk.

"Huh?" Eren asked glancing quickly at her but seemed more interested in the people filing in the room than her. She tried not to let her heart sink again.

"Oh." The question seemed to don on him again as he shrugged. "You know the usual, maybe go grab some food."

Mikasa sat back in her seat; he didn't seem nearly as excited as he had yesterday. She couldn't help but assume what she was trying to do was having the complete opposite effect.

"Okay, class," Miss Hanji announced, shutting the door behind her. "Let's take out your books and take a look at an exciting chapter!"

Every chapter was exciting to the biology teacher but Mikasa felt like she didn't even have a fraction of that excitement as she flipped open her textbook on her desk.

"Hey…hey, Mikasa," a voice to the side of her whispered while Miss Hanji rambled on but it wasn't the voice she wanted to hear.

She turned to see Jean smiling at her from the desk to her other side. "Hey, what is it?" she murmured flipping a few more pages in her text book.

"I just wanted to say…that is…" He paused for a moment giving her a smile. "You look really…really nice today."

"Thanks," Mikasa said trying to give him a smile but it wasn't working, this wasn't working. She just wanted Eren to notice her not every other guy in the school.

"Not that you didn't look beautiful all the time," Jean said quickly, probably mistaking her disinterest for anger.

She opened her mouth to tell him it was okay but he just kept whispering to her.

"Because you do of course just today…you look really, really good today."

Mikasa shifted in her seat. She obviously didn't think this outfit change through very well.

"Hey," snapped Eren's voice, nearly making Mikasa jump out of her seat.

She glanced over at him as he was leaning over to her but eyes locked on Jean.

"Why don't you shut the hell up and stop drooling all over the place. Leave her the hell alone." His voice was low but Mikasa heard the bite in it. It surprised her so much all she could do was stare at him.

Jean's awkward smile curled into a snarl as his eyes narrowed.

Thankfully Miss Hanji cleared her throat, getting all there of their attention. "Boys, please keep the fighting to off the school grounds and try to pay attention."

They both murmured their apologies as they sat back in their chairs.

Mikasa looked down to her book, unable to look at either of them or pay attention to Miss Hanji. There was only one thing that refused to leave her mind. If Eren' didn't care how she dressed, why'd he get so mad at Jean over it? She tried not to think Eren was just using it as an excuse to fight with Jean.

The car ride home was quiet, kinda how Eren was for the rest of the day at school. Mikasa spent most the ride staring out the passenger window while Armin periodically talked to them from the backseat to break up the strange silence. She tried to get Eren's attention again when they started the drive but he just stared at the road and barely acknowledged her.

She really didn't know why she bothered with all this. Obviously, Eren would never see her as more than just a friend. Mikasa sighed as she opened the car door, stepping out onto Eren's driveway. She should just go get changed out of these stupid clothes and try to enjoy the rest of her weekend, putting this miserable day out of her mind. She never felt so dumb before in her life.

"Where're your parent's cars?" Armin asked as Eren was unlocking the door to his house.

For once, he gave a small smile. "They're gone for the weekend. Surprise."

Armin laughed but a jolt went through Mikasa's body. They'd be alone all weekend?

"My mom left us plenty of food, don't worry," Eren said, kicking off his shoes and dumping his backpack by the stairs. "Her only rules were not to burn the place down."

"Then it's good she left us food so you didn't have to touch anything but the microwave," Armin snorted, shouldering his gym bag before he gave Mikasa a small smile. "I'm gonna go shower then. I'll be back down in a bit."

Eren's face seemed to clench back up a bit as Armin walked up the stairs, leaving Mikasa alone with Eren. She tried to bite back the hurt she felt that he obviously didn't want to be around her but his parents were gone, and Armin intentionally left them alone. She had one more chance to get Eren to notice her the way she wanted him to. She couldn't give up yet.

Mikasa slipped off her flats and dropped her bags by Eren's before walking down the familiar hallway that led past the kitchen and to the living room. She smiled when she heard him following behind her; maybe he wanted to be around her after all.

She sat herself down on the couch while Eren followed suit, sitting on the other side and putting distance between them. Mikasa wasn't gonna let it get to her though, not this time. She tossed her legs up onto the couch, her feet landing on Eren's leg.

He didn't seem to mind too much; he was used to that level of contact between them, it wasn't uncommon. Well, that was until she started rubbing her toes down on his thigh. Eren let out a strangled sort of laugh as he reached down to pry her feet off of him. He looked like he was about to toss her legs off the couch and off of him but she got a smile on his lips. Before Mikasa could react, he ran his fingers down the bottom of her feet, causing her to cry out in laughter.

She squirmed on the couch as she laughed, trying to kick out of his grasp and reach for his hands but he was holding on too tightly. "Stop!" she gasped. "Eren!"

He froze but it gave her the perfect opportunity. Mikasa kicked her feet from his hands and in one swift moment swung her legs over his till she was straddling his lap. She went to grab his hands but Eren seemed to recover quickly enough.

His face was etched in what Mikasa could only describe as panic as he grabbed her waist and pushed her away until she was balancing on the edge of his knees, just barely balancing without falling off. He looked up to meet her eyes, a look of confusion and was seemed to be shock on his face and his grip loosening on her waist. "Mikasa." His voice was soft but strained. "What're you doing?"

Her heart sank as a sudden wave of embarrassment slapped her. "I…" She dropped her eyes. What was she supposed to say? I've been in love with you for years but you never thought twice about me? Or I thought wearing this would get you to think of me like that girl who asked you out? I was afraid I'd lose you to someone who could never care about you like I do? "I just…" She looked up at him to see him still watching her. "Wanted you to notice me."

"What're you talking about…" he trailed off, his eyes widening a bit as he glanced down at her. "Did you wear this…for me?"

She was so embarrassed she didn't even know if she could look at him. "I thought if I dressed more like the…other girls you might…"

It was quiet for a moment between them. This was an absolute mess; Eren was probably never gonna look at her the same way now. Everything was ruined.

"Mikasa." His voice was softer this time, a bit more gentle. "I always notice you."

She shrugged. "Not like that girl from your English class."

"Is that was this is about?" Eren sounded like he was about to laugh which earned him a slap on the shoulder.

"Obviously it didn't work," she mumbled, moving to stand up and get away from this situation, never to look him in the eyes again. Way to make a friendship of nearly ten years be awkward, Mikasa.

Before she could actually move though, Eren's hands tightened on her waist, keeping her where she was. "Oh I noticed," he said. "I noticed everyone eyeing every part of you they could. I saw those looks they were giving you and I had to stare all of them down to get them to stop. I swear to God I never almost got into as many fights as I did today."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Why?"

"Why? Because none of those guys, or girls, deserved to look at you like that, to think they had a chance when they never looked at you any other day of the week," Eren snorted, his lips scowling a bit. "The only person who will ever be good enough for you is the person who knows you are just a beautiful wearing a low cut shirt as you are wearing some sweats and my t-shirt lounging on my couch."

Mikasa's pulse was pounding in her ears as his eyes got wide, realizing how personalized his statement had gotten the more he spoke.

"I..uhh…" he said, searching for something to say but he ended up just trailing off, his cheeks tinted red.

She leaned forward a little bit, her courage building back up. "Does that mean you think I'm beautiful?"

"Of c-course," he said. "Anyone with eyes could tell you that."

She saw his eyes flicker down before looking back up to her. She inched closer to him on his lap. "No, I mean do you think I'm beautiful wearing this?" She watched his eyes drop again before meeting hers again; even she saw him swallowing hard. "Or wearing your T-shirts and sweats on your couch?" She couldn't hold back a smile; it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard him say.

"Mikasa." He reached one hand up to hold her chin, his voice wavering just a bit. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

Her heart leapt up into her throat. "Do you think you're good enough for me?"

"Never," he snorted, but his eyes were locked with hers.

"I do." It was impulsive and probably not her best idea but she couldn't help it. She leaned in until her lips were pressed against his; Mikasa nearly gasped when she felt him kiss her back. She broke away slightly to see his reaction, for good or bad.

He looked a little surprised but there was something else she couldn't place, nor did she have the time to figure it out; Eren moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth back to his while his hand on her waist tugged her into his body.

Mikasa did gasp that time.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do that," Eren groaned in between quick kisses to her jaw, his hand gripping tighter onto her.

"Then why didn't you?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"God, don't ask me that I have no idea." He pressed his lips back to hers, tongue running over her bottom lip.

Mikasa only obliged as warmth filled the pit of her stomach at having him so close, having him to herself.

His hand dropped from her head to her thigh, fingers running along the skin where her skirt had rode up. It sent chills down her spine.

"Why'd you push me away then," she teased, nipping along his jaw.

Eren let out some kinda strangled noise but he moved his hands to her hips, pressing her against him, rolling his hips into hers. Mikasa gasped against his skin when she felt his hard erection pressing against her inner thigh, so close to where she aching for him.

"I didn't want you to know what you've been doing to me," he breathed.

Mikasa looked back up to him, a smile pulling on her lips. She leaned her forehead against his. "So it did have some affect."

"Oh, yeah, just a bit," Eren murmured.

"You know, I do hate to interrupt," Armin's voice called from the next room. "Since I've been waiting for you two to get your heads out of your asses, but can it wait till I'm dead asleep in another room?"

Eren rolled his head back against the couch. "Of course, buddy."

"C'mon," Mikasa said, grabbing Eren's hands to pull him up with her. "I'm gonna get changed and we can go get food or something."

His forehead furrowed. "Why are you getting changed?"

She turned to face him, feeling her cheeks heat up at seeing his hair sticking out at all angles from her hands, the aftermath of what was done, what was said. "I like t-shirts and sweatpants."

Eren let out a laugh, a smile on his lips. "Me too."