Dangerous

Her.

-Reader POV-

"You look at me like you want to beat my fucking skull open. What the fuck do you want from me? Why are you always in my way?"

You're dangerously close to each other, one of your hands pinning the smaller girl's arm against the wall while the other snaked underneath her shirt, your knee placed between her thighs as you're barely an inch away from her face. Your breath smells like fruit punch and alcohol but it's addicting in a strange way.

That's one thing that Mikasa's always trying to screw her head around.

How the fuck did your mind work?

One second you could be arguing and insulting her and the next, you'd be staring at her with a pit of passionate hatred. 

Now you're on campus smelling like alcohol knowing you were liable for getting in trouble.

"Because you exist. That's more than enough to hate you." She spat at you, her words filled with venom and hatred. Though she sounded sincere with her answer, the blush on her pale face told you otherwise.

There was a familiar look in her eyes and you wanted to laugh at her, instead, sneering at her with annoyance as you clicked your teeth.

"You hate me but you want to fuck me. You're so desperate Ackerman, it's pathetic." There was a fire that grew in her eyes and she roughly shoved you back, causing you to slip and fall onto the toilet, your eyes glaring at her through an amused annoyance. She's standing over you, nearly fuming at the seams and you couldn't stop the smirk from displaying on your face.

"What, did that trigger you, Mikasa? Just admit that you're desperate for someone to finally notice you and acknowledge how dumb you look getting angry over a girl that's done absolutely nothing to you, at all." She grips your shirt, her fist cocked back and ready to swing it at your face, arm visibly shaking. She was nervous.

"There's nothing I'm desperate for. I have a family, honest and kind friends, an amazing placement in sports, and a decent job. I don't need to get anyone's attention, not a woman's, not a man's, and especially not yours. Maybe you're the one that needs the help. You're just as lonely as ever. You're a fucking loser." She spits at you and your arm shoots out, grabbing her by the jaw and pushing her against the door, staring down at her with a boring look.

Just staring into the deadness of your eyes made Mikasa's stomach coil and a pool of arousal rush between her legs. She hated how this was bothering her while you weren't even batting an emotion.

That's all you've been. A fucking bother.

"You say I'm lonely yet your history says something else. Did you say the same thing to Annie?"

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't talk about her..." She warned and you simply sneered at her, the hold on her face growing tighter.

"Or maybe Sasha?"

"Shut the fuck up--"

"What about Historia?"

"Stop--"

"Ymir."

"Stop--"

"Hitch."

"Shut up!"

You clicked your teeth, nearly letting a smile grow on your face at the desperation and anger in her voice. You liked to see her riled up. Having her carry such hatred for you made you feel powerful. It was good to know that a person such as Mikasa Ackerman dared to be bothered by a piece of shit like you.