Pairing: Eren/Mikasa

Setting: In between scenes in Chapter 67; Yes, I read the chapter and wrote this right away.

Words: 1299

Rating: K

Notes: Happy Eremika fluff week! :D

March 28th - Blanket

Eren wanted to feel relief, he really did. After all, they made it out alive; everyone was safe and still breathing. Hanji got the most hurt but even she was trying to get back on her feet though it only made Levi snap at her to get back in bed. Yet, Eren couldn't get his mind to rest easy, not with everything that had gone on, everything they still had to do.

He sat up in the bed, his back against the wall as he stared out into the dark room. Eren knew he should be sleeping, they had their assault on Rod Reiss in the morning when it was calculated he would reach the wall; though Eren knew there was a guard to watch him just in case he made it there faster and they needed to act. Until then Levi sent everyone to rest after the long ordeal they all just came from.

Eren sighed looking up to the ceiling. "Dad," he murmured to himself. "What were you thinking?" No answer came, not that Eren thought there would be. So much happened in the past few days, so much was still to happen. What was he supposed to do? He knew he needed to do what was for the good of humanity. He was quick to sacrifice himself if it would ensure the safety of the world, of his friends, his comrades but is that really what would be best? No one seemed to think so with the amount of times he was told no on the issue.

His dad's voice echoed in his ears; he had said Eren needed to control his power to protect Mikasa and Armin, not give it up but control it. It was just controlling it seemed near impossible these days. Eren groaned, reaching a hand up to his head; what he really wanted to was sleep and maybe he would feel better, but sleep just refused to come no matter how hard he tried.

There was a soft knock on the door and Eren was instantly alert. "Did something happen?" he asked, though he kept his voice low just in case.

The door opened and closed quietly again. His eyes had been adjusted to the dark long enough to easily recognize the figure who was hesitantly walking to his bed, a blanket in her arms.

"Nothing happened, at least not yet." Mikasa's voice was soft, a little bit cautious. She stopped before she reached his bed. "It's cold out tonight. I thought you might want an extra one."

The building was pretty drafty, but he didn't know if he would say it was cold enough for another blanket; Eren figured it wasn't exactly the reason she came to his room. "Yeah," he answered, moving over slightly on the bed. "Sit down."

Mikasa looked a little surprised but she laid the blanket out on the bed, before taking a seat next to him, pulling her knees up to her chest.

It seemed like it had been ages since he saw her, since he was close to her. Her calming presence was already putting him a bit more at ease just by being here; he hadn't realized how much he missed her until she was with him again. "How're you feeling?" he asked, not really knowing what kinda question that was but he had to say something.

"I'm fine," she shrugged. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Mikasa." Her name rolled off his tongue just the way it always had. "I am. What're you doing up, you should be asleep. It's gonna be a long day."

"I could say the same for you."

Eren felt a smile pulling at his lips; at least he knew she hadn't changed any. "Can't sleep then?"

She nodded her head.

Silence fell over them for a moment since Eren didn't think he needed to say he couldn't either, that was pretty obvious. He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall again; it was a long few weeks for all of them. While Eren had to deal with his own problems while being tied up then chained up in that cave, he had no idea what Armin and Mikasa and the others went through to come get him, not knowing if he was even alive. Eren knew the feeling of wondering if they were even still alive, and he didn't wish that on anyone; especially Mikasa, she worried enough as is.

He threw back the blankets slid down the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. "Alright, c'mon, no good if both of us are dead on our feet tomorrow."

She watched him for a moment, like she was hesitating but she slipped her legs under the blanket and laid down. Her familiar scent was already so much closer to him, and he couldn't help but feel calm; she had always the effect on him, especially when he needed it.

Without thinking it through too much, Eren reached out to wrap a hand around her back, pulling her in to close the distance between them. It had been a long time since they had stayed together over night like they did when they were kids but it had also been a long time since he even just saw her, known she was safe.

Mikasa relaxed into him, her hands curling slightly into his shirt as she laid her head against his chest.

He sighed and closed his eyes, putting his chin over her head. "I missed you." His voice was barely higher than a whisper.

"I missed you too."

"Was Armin okay?"

Mikasa was quiet for a moment, which made Eren think the answer was no. "It was hard," she said finally. "We were always worried about you, and…" She hesitated again. "We had to do some things that weren't easy or we would've all died, Armin included."

Eren nodded, swallowing hard. It was his fault. "I'm sorry you all went through that for me."

"Don't say that." Her voice was much sterner this time. "We, Armin included, would have done anything to get you back. That will never change."

He really didn't know what he did to deserve the people he had in his life but he needed to remember not to take them for granted; he'd be dead without them countless times over…especially Mikasa. "Thank you," he murmured.

"For what?" she asked, her voice soft again.

Eren could probably go on for days over all the things he was thankful for when it came to Mikasa, but his eyes were starting feel heavy; he didn't think he had the energy to. "For always being there for me."

"You don't have to thank me for that." Her voice was quiet again. "I always will be."

"I know."

He didn't need to doubt it, not after everything they went through. He was thrown through so much in his life and had so much ripped away from him, but if there was one thing he could count on it was Mikasa being there to pick him back up and hold him on his feet. He used to hate it; hate that she was the one to save him because he wanted to be the one to save her, to protect her from the world. Yet, after nearly being ripped away from her again, from Armin, from the others, he was just thankful she was still there by his side.

Her breathing was a bit steadier, signaling that she must've fallen asleep. The blanket was thick and heavy over them cutting out any cold draft that might've blew in, but as a much needed wave of relaxation settled over them he realized he hadn't ever really needed the blanket, just Mikasa.