♡︎𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺♡︎

Sasha x Niccolo: Sweet

Sasha grabs onto Mikasa's hand as she moves forward, her heart thumping quickly as she bounds up the streets. A much slower Connie and Jean try to keep up.

"Come on, he expected me over ten minutes ago!" she tells her boldly. She looks back at the two boys, Connie puffing as he walks faster and Jean talking his sweet time. "Hurry up slow pokes!"

"You're seriously going out again?" asks Mikasa.

"Of course!" Sasha replies with a smile.

She looks back at her and sees her expression. One eyebrow raised, so unimpressed.

"...just for a bite," Sasha adds coyly.

"Yeah, right, I know you like seafood and all but I doubt that's the only reason."

She lowers her voice so only she'll hear. "Niccolo's a bit sweet."

"Guys! Slow down!" groans Connie, interrupting their conversation.

Hearing his newly deep voice, she turns to look back at the boys. Mikasa frees her hand, standing still now and forcing Sasha to stand as well.

"Sorry, Connie," Mikasa says in a formal manner.

Once the two boys catch up, they continue walking, now as a group of four perfectly aligned.

"I can't believe we're just walking you to your date," Connie groans playfully.

"Date? Is that what he called it?" Sasha asks wildly, face pink from blush.

"Honestly I don't know what you see in the guy," Jean adds. "He's just a Marleyian, won't shut up about it either."

"He makes delicious meals," she says back, mouth watering just from the thought.

"Is my food not good enough for you eh?" remarks Connie.

She rolls her eyes at his comment. "You always burned it."

The door in front swings open, it's the building that holds Niccolo's small home. He follows out the door, cheeks pink as always with a grin that widens even more when he sees Sasha, like a kid on Christmas. His boyish charm always brings a smile to her face.

"There you are, beautiful," he shines.

In barely a second he pulls his arms around her and lifts her into the air, inches off the ground. She smiles helplessly at his enjoyment.

"Did you miss me?"

"Put me down, dumbass!" she says giggling.

"Not until you say you missed me."

"I missed you!"

He gently presses her back onto the ground, seeing his tall figure once again.

"A bit sweet huh?" Mikasa says, mocking what she had said before.

Niccolo's smile fades when he turns to the others, looking less cuddly and more like an official solider during business.

"Jean, Connie, Mikasa, thank you for stopping by," he says slowly.

"Don't worry, we're not here to stay," Jean smirks. He stares at Sasha and she looks back, his expression feels so warm. "Take care of her."

"Bye, Sasha!" Connie says as the three turn.

She watches them walk off into the distance as she's turned away from Niccolo. Suddenly she can feel his arms reach around her, giving her a tight, warm hug from behind. His heated body touches hers as she feels his heart thumping away peacefully.

"Let's go inside," he tells her softly.

***

Sasha watches as he gently pulls on his adorable white apron, her eyes follow his hand movements as they tie up the back. He made tying a knot look like an art form.

"Now, now, what to make, what to make," he says with a curious expression.

She pulls herself onto a stool which makes up the island in the kitchen. Niccolo stands tying up his apron beside the oven just a metre from her.

"What are you thinking?"

"Cake, soup, lobster," Sasha says excitedly.

"I'm not making a whole banquet," he giggles, face lighting up with a smile. Niccolo leans on the island, staring thoughtlessly into her eyes. He looks so warm and happy. "How about some of our famous chocolate chip cookies eh?"

"Our?" she asks.

He picks up a neatly folded cloth and passes it gently to her. The folds unravel, revealing another apron, perfectly white with a cartoonish drawing of a potato in the center and tiny circles of blush on its cheeks. To top it all off, above the drawing says two words in bold 'potato girl'.

"My cadet nickname!" she grins at the sight. "You asked Connie didn't you?"

"He was in on it."

She presses the apron to her face and scream into it excitedly. "I love it!"

When she takes the apron off her face, Niccolo moves his face towards her, leaving a short, soft kiss on her forehead.

"Come on," he says sweetly. "Let's make this meal."