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[mikannie, nsfw] she says i need a certain satisfaction kind

Annie isn't a fan of social gatherings. At all.

The congregation of young adults at Eren Yeager's house is no exception.

Most of the night has already been spent drinking and smoking and whatever else filled in the gaps. Annie has remained mostly sober, save for a few hits that have her content and curled up on Eren's bed between Ymir and Historia.

Conversation thrums on, something to do with 'truth or truth,' basically truth or dare but with less risk. Fantastic.

And it's getting really boring, until--

"Hey, Annie. You've been spared long enough, truth or truth?"

Annie grumbles and sits up, scanning the room for whoever dared wake her. Reiner is smiling at her expectantly.

"Truth," she says groggily, wincing away when Historia brushes some hair out of her face and pats her on the shoulder.

"If you had to kiss any of the girls here, who would you pick? Why?"

Annie had to think that one over for a good minute. Not often does she even consider those kinds of things. Not when she has bigger priorities, at least. She's content completely forgetting about romance.

"None of them," she says at first. "I don't do kissing." She flops back on the bed halfway, only for Ymir to catch her.

"Nope, nope, you either pick or drink," Ymir corrects, still holding her up with one arm.

"Oh. Probably Mikasa or Historia, then." Annie reaches for her drink anyway to throw back a long swig. When she looks away, the room has silenced and they're all staring at each other. "What? You asked, and they're the only two that wouldn't be weird about it."

She glances over at Ymir who looks completely unbothered, as does Historia. They're both set on something else.

Oh. They're focused on Mikasa.

To be specific, a beet-red Mikasa, still perched uncomfortably on the windowsill. She's uncomfortably pulling her scarf up to hide her face now, pretending she doesn't see them watching her.

For a minute, Annie meets her eye, and she can feel something behind the steely look she's sending her. Something angry, frustrated. Maybe even hungry. Annie practically freezes in place, every muscle in her body going tense.

And the one thing she can't quite grasp about it, the one issue, is that she and Mikasa have been silently at each other's throats for years now. Why today would she get fucking flustered over a theoretical kiss?

Annie rolls her eyes and tries to look away in her typical apathetic way. "Alright then, you got your answer."

"You have to ask someone now," Connie points out from the other corner. Of course he of all people would make her participate.

"Well then. Reiner, if you had to kiss a boy, who would it be?"

"Bertholdt," he says decisively, and Annie just scowls.

Bertholdt smiles proudly.

The game goes back to normal, officially free of the palpable tension born from the little hiccup they had earlier. At least, that's the impression they were giving off.

Not for Annie and Mikasa though. Not in the slightest.

Now and then, Annie will spare a glance over at Mikasa. She's usually trained on whatever Eren's getting up to. But it's almost like she's got a sixth sense for these things, like she knows when she can catch Annie in the act and stare back with the same ferocity.