[Editing] Our Defeat is not Certain (Miche ZachariasXFemReader)

To our beginning..

"Zacharias! L/N! Pair up!"

Sparring was one of your least but most favorite exercises. You weren't weak but many underestimated you. You've heard the terms too sweet looking to even hurt a fly OR arms as thin as a flowers stem one too many times, but it usually ended up with them being dumbfounded while being laid out like a starfish on the ground.

And today wouldn't be any different.

"Zacharias is built like a goddamn house! Good luck Y/N!" Hange one of your day one best friends yelled as she took her position on the field.

"Yeah I hope you showered today!" snickered Nanaba, your other best friend as her and Hange started sparring. They were the lucky ones who got teame up today.

'Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Do I smell already'

You were too busy in your thoughts that you failed to notice a head of dirty blond hair leaning towards your neck. Your own silent question was answered..

"You smell really good" a deep voice tickled your ear causing you to jump back.

Zacharias really was built like God damn house. How was someone so big soo quiet?

He gave you a dull look. As if he was bored. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you, I have a habit of smelling people I first meet."

You gave him an awkward laugh. "Oh that's cool and all but does that mean I have to sniff you back or something? Is a handshake okay with you?"

The boy let out a chuckle that sounded like it was coming from his nose. Strangely you felt a tightening feeling in your chest-- it was unusual but very cute.

Miche held out his hand. "A handshake is fine, Miche Zacharias, nice to officially meet you."

Meeting his hand with yours you happily shook it. "Y/N L/N, and right back at you!"

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At the far corner of the training grounds a wall of  thick dust arose and low groans could be heard from a tall male. Laying spread out on his back Miche couldn't understand what had happened.

'How the hell did she flip me?' 

You held out your hand to help him up. (Though he did all the work because his weight would just bring you down with him)

Miche tried to go at you again but somehow you ended up kicking the back of his legs and he once again was on the ground. How were you so fast? Maybe it was because you were closer to the ground than he was?

You happily sat on his hips, straddling him while holding the wooden knife to his neck. Your free hand struggling to hold both his wrists over his own head.

Miche could easily break free. But you went through so much trouble getting him down here, he just let you..

" See Zacharias, you wasted all your energy trying to beat me down you don't have any left to defend yourself."

If only you knew how easy it would be for him to switch positions. But he felt nice today-- he wanted you to believe.

Miche felt like something was wrong with him. One, he was being nice? Nice enough to ruin his perfect spar record. And two, He felt dizzy and his stomach tickled, his heart was racing.

He wasn't sure if it was because a beautiful girl with E/C eyes and H/C hair was sitting on him in such an arousing way, or if it was just the heat getting to him.

The only thing he was certain of was that the girl on top of him was breathtaking. He knew this already when he'd seen you from afar but up close? You were angelic..