LITTLE SECRET ! , mikasa

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ONE ,

thing led to another after her lips crashed onto yours, and you ended staying the night.

Your mind hungover as the night flashed through your mind, so much so you felt a headache brewing.

You exhaled slowly, then inhaled. Trying to rid of the nuisance.

"Hello..?"

"Earth to y/n!"

Your gaze flickered to Armin, who was wearing a concerned expression. It made you worry too.

"What?" You ask naturally.

Armin sighs, and sinks down into the bleachers. His icy blue eyes wandering the gymnasium.

"Mikasa has been acting.. weird lately." He explains, and you hum. "oh?" You mumble. "Do you know why?"

"No." He says quickly, as if he was irritated. "but its a bad weird."

You suddenly become worried. Bad? Why does he feel like that? Did something happen? Are you the bad problem?

Biting your lip, you force out, "want me to check it out?" You ask. Armin glances up at you, and his expression visibly softens. He nods softly.

"That'd help. Thank you."

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So far.. not good.

There was no sign of Mikasa anywhere, you looked everywhere... All over the school, you even asked Eren, to which he brushed you off and went back to messing with his little female playthings..

You hated Eren, he always blew everyone over, you also knew he did Mikasa shitty.

You didn't realize you were bleeding until you felt the coldness trickling down your wrist. Your fingernails had dug into your skin, breaking it due to overthinking.

You took a right turn, and went inside the ladies room to freshen yourself up.

Only.. something wasn't right.

You realized this when you heard, and felt, the glass shattering beneath your shoes.

".. what the fuck—?" You mumbled walking deeper inside, the door shutting behind you.

When you rounded the corner you gasped, "Mikasa!" You walked towards her figure.

She was bent over the sink, her face towered down, her hair casting a shadow over her face. Not allowing you a glimpse of her.

Your eyes trailed down to her cut up knuckles. "mikasa.." You continued softly, but suddenly she looked up.

An emotionless look, so cold, and stoic you felt a chil roll down your spine.

Mikasa hated the way you looked at her with pity? worry? she didn't need it, she was strong.

You ignored her now hard expression.

And dug into the cabinets underneath the sink, little options of womens hygiene supplies , ah, there it was, the first aid kit. You pulled it out, and stood up straight, placing the kit on the counter.

Mikasa held a look you couldn't read.

Your cold fingers snaked around her wrist, and you felt Mikasa flinch.

You looked up at the mirror, well, now shattered one. Questions bubbling up your throat.

"Why—?" You begin to ask, but she cuts you off.

"Its nothing."

That didn't answer your question at all, but you blew it off. Sighing as you pulled a napkin from the dispenser on behind you on the wall. You wetted it a little before dabbing it around her cuts. The blood slowly disappearing.

It was awkwardly quiet, but mikasa still let you care for her. You wonder why..

Plucking out the tweezers out of the little container, your gaze slipped into mikasa's, and you swore you actually felt the anger behind it. Shaking it off, you proceed with a question. "What happened?"

Mikasa is quiet, shocker. As she watches you pull out the small pieces of glass that got stuck in her knuckles.

Her mind swirled, she was struggling, so bad.

All she wanted was to let someone in; anyone in, to help her, to stop the pain. And here you were, the victim.

At first she thought she could seek it out through physical happiness; sex. But she slowly realized that was quite the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to be loved by someone, she wanted to love someone.

And she was fond of you.

"I relapsed." Mikasa mutters, so quietly you almost don't catch it. But the statement is carrying so much weight you can miss it.

Your lips part for a second, unsure of what to say. Instead you busy yourself by getting all the glass out, thinking of what to say.

All the glass was out. Yet here you were, silent.

You put the tweezers down, fishing the container for gauze to wrap her hand with.

"I—I want—can i help you?" You fumbled for the right words.

Its quiet but a weight has been lifted from your lungs, yes you and mikasa were on the right foot now.

You looked up at her, and slowly kissed her cheek, she tensed, you didn't care. When your eyes returned to hers, she nodded. And then you went back to work.

Wrapping her hands carefully: but securely.

"thank you."

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