Perhaps, Love

001.

Up to this point, Mikasa had no idea why she's here in the first place. The principal asked her a favor to tutor Eren for the sake of his failing grades when he joined the soccer team.

2 months had passed since he transferred, and boy what a rollercoaster it was for the poor Mikasa. She sometimes wondered how his parents ever keeps up with him. The boy is like fuelled with tons of adrenaline. Starting from that one detention, it was like as if he's tasked to annoy her at any chance he gets.

"Your solution in number 3 is wrong. It's suppose to be 4, not 6." Mikasa commented once she took a glance at his worksheet. Eren groaned in response as he sunk down on his seat.

"I hate this." Eren uttered out. He then looked at Mikasa and smiled, "Mikasa,"

Mikasa's head perked up, it was a first for Eren to say her first name, the younger often calls her 'Ackerman' or just a simple 'Hey'. The sudden use of the word flustered her for a bit.

"10 dollars; I'll ring that bell over there." Eren challenged, pointing at the red button attached to the wall of the library. Setting it off is like making your death wish, one push of that button and you could kiss your diploma goodbye.

"Eren," Mikasa warned. "No. You're not doing that. You know how dangerous it may be? The school might think there's fire."

Eren shrugged, "C'mon. It'll be fun." He bribed. Mikasa crossed her arms and gave him a scowl. The boy laughed before shutting up after the librarian gave him a threatening look.

"You're cute when you're mad, Ackerman." He commented before taking his attention on his worksheet. Mikasa ignored the heat creeping up on her face. Everyone gets flustered at sudden compliments, right?

"What?" Mikasa mumbled to herself as she scans the stack of papers sent by club representatives. The celebration for the 30th year of their school is going to be held 2 months from now. Mikasa, along with her fellow student council officers, are currently experiencing headaches.

Petra groaned from her seat as she massages her temples, "Are we really going to read all of these? This is nightmare."

"You tell me," Annie, their treasurer, uttered out. "Why do have so many classes in the first place?"

Regardless of their complaints, they continued reading every suggestions by clubs and classes. 2 days celebration was never enough for the students, so to make it fair, they decided to throw any ideas they had and hoped for the best that the student council officers will approve it.

"Class 2-B proposed to make a wedding booth. Do we approve this?" Armin asked. Eyes filled with hope as he took a glance at Annie.

Mikasa nodded absentmindedly, "Sure. There's no harm in that." Chuckling as she saw Armin doing a victory dance.

The silent atmosphere was ruined when the door suddenly bursted open, they all looked at the door to find a panting Eren, sweat lingered on his forehead as if he ran a marathon.

His green arises met Mikasa's brown ones. A smile crept up on his face like a child seeing their favorite superhero at the mall, "Ackerman,"

Everybody watched as he walked towards the older girl, "Sorry for the late entry. My class just finished writing ideas for what we'll do for the festival."

"It's okay." Mikasa replied. She took the wrinkled paper from his right hand and started to read it.

Her vision was then covered by a plastic bag, the famous logo of a familiar convinience store greeted her. She looked up and find Eren with a worried face.