Eremika Stories

Our Secret

OUR SECRET
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{Part one}

"Good morning, students. I'm Mr. Jaeger, and I'll be your English teacher this year. I'm really looking forward to seeing how bright you all are!"

Mikasa's face flushed. The new English teacher? He was really attractive. He didn't look all that old, maybe 22 or 23 at the oldest.

He had gorgeous green eyes, dark brown hair, and tan skin. And that grin that he was shooting the class? He was perfect. Five years older than her, but perfect.

After class, the whole school was abuzz with the news of the two new teachers the school had hired over the summer.

There was Mr. Jaeger, obviously teaching English, and Mr. Arlert, who taught Biology. Apparently, they had gone to school together and were best friends.

During lunch, Sasha came to sit by Mikasa, Jean and Connie following her. "So," she started,

"I was in AP Bio, with Arlert, and guess who came in? Mr. Jaeger! And," she paused, "I heard his name!"

Although Mikasa's interest was piqued, she didn't want her silly schoolgirl crush to be obvious to all of her friends. So, nonchalantly (or, as nonchalantly as she could, what with her face turning pink), she asked, "Well, what is it?"

"Eren!" Sasha replied enthusiastically.

"Oh, and Mr. Arlert's first name is Armin."

Eren Jaeger. The name was nice. Mikasa figured it suited him. Of course, knowing his name wasn't going to do anything to help her crush. In fact, she was almost certain that it would get worse. And, oh boy, was she right.

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A few months after school started, the weather had turned frigid and damp. Mikasa walked into English, clothes and hair dripping wet, sneezing a few times into her jacket sleeve.

"Mikasa?" Eren asked. "You okay? You look a little under the weather..."

"No, no, I'm fine, Er-Mr. Jaeger. It was just raining pretty hard when I got out of the car."

"Well, here," he handed her a bright red scarf from his desk. "This should warm you up!"

"Oh, n-no," Mikasa started, shaking her head, blushing to her hairline, "I'm fine, y-you really don't have t-"

"Nah, it's fine!" he replied, "I don't really wear it anymore,so it'd be a shame for it to go to waste, don't you think?"

"A-alright," she said, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Suddenly he took the scarf from her still open hands and began to wrap it around her neck.

"There you go," he muttered, something indecipherable in his eyes.

Mikasa mumbled a quick thanks and then made her way to her desk in the back of the classroom. Throughout the lesson she couldn't stop fidgeting with the scarf around her neck. It smelled like him. Stop it, she chided herself. He's older than you, and anyway, he probably thinks you're just a stupid high school kid.